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The woman you'd assassinate Reagan for vibrates half her guts out on the way to outer space aboard an alien bathysphere. Sweeping, majestic, tepid.
The sequel nobody demanded. Hollywood production values reveal the film beneath the original amateur effort: an amateur effort.
Nick Nolte turns his son into a big, green monster, and they fight. Probably a true story.
Make up your mind, Hollywood. Does Kryptonite kill Superman or doesn't it? Christ.
Monumental idiots hitting each other, sometimes in slow motion. Forced critics who praised the original to commit ritual suicide in shame.
No one can even look at the title anymore without thinking exactly one thing.
Irritating furry midgets throw rocks at armored space infantry. Somehow, genocide fails to occur. Tragic.
At least Paul Reiser got eaten.
Not a bad movie. Bad, yesm but not technically a movie.
Nothing says "Christmas" like an Austrian 'roid monster best known for playing a relentless homicidal robot. "Ho ho ho. Fuck you, asshole."
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