I’ll be honest here: I’m not even rating this film because how can you? We’re going into a film about a killer Llama inexplicably sent from space to fuck up a load of teens for no good reason, other than for our entertainment. I appreciate the gesture, sure – but at what point did B-movies tip so low?
I’m not saying I’m mad, I’m just saying – I’ve now sat through a film about a killer piƱata, tire AND sofa. While I appreciate a good haunted object flick – see recently, Amityville Horror: The Evil Escapes – this modern slew just proves that nothing is sacred anymore. Having said that, these films (objects or animals) are made for, and by, people with tastes exactly like mine so I’m being very hypocritical, right?
Anywho…
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