Whether the movie was intended at any point to be a serious monster thriller, I cannot say. One peculiar aspect is the sight of an expensive cast in such a cheap production. We're looking at millions of dollars worth of actors in the kind of aluminum boat you see on display outside Sam's Club. There's tension between the locals and the visitors, between the croc lovers and the croc killers, between the sheriff and the state game officials, between the sexes, and between everybody else and Betty White, who uses language that would turn the Golden Girls green. I believe the cow wasn't harmed, but I'll bet she was really upset.
Occasional shots are so absurd they're just plain funny.
I liked the way the croc's second victim kept talking after he'd lost half his body. The movie is pretty bad, all right. But it has a certain charm. It's so completely wrong-headed from beginning to end that it develops a doomed fascination. It's gruesome, and then camp, and then satirical, and then sociological, and then it pauses for a little witty intellectual repartee.