So what are we left with when the eponymous monster only occupies about 3% of the movie's visual stocking stuffers? Cinematic coal, essentially.

You will never forget those pancakes.

Stumbles with the thrills and the attention to detail, but nonetheless finds some meaningful observations about the dichotomy between the lonely tinkerers of the old computer age and the glossy models who live and thrive within the framework those shunned nerds built.

Elucidates why some nations might imagine invasion as a form of liberation, freeing them from the firm hand of the British colonial state.

Crossing action movies, sci-fi and comedy in a vehicle for stars from the WWF, Suburban Commando doesn’t satisfy anybody’s genre expectations.

Murder Party offers the kind of midnight-movie comedy-horror indulgence that manages to rise just barely above your average Netflix bargain-basement schlock.

Everything about Hellbenders screamed hidden gem, but its low ratings on IMDB and Rotten Tomatoes may be a little too high.

If Martians learned about Elvis through this movie, they might wonder how such a talent could be wasted so thoroughly.

A film that for all of its underfunded, overblown student-esque aesthetics, rollicks along with a joy of its own.

Slugs could have gone even further and opted to cut out awkward exposition and dialogue in favor of more people getting torn to shreds by squirming goo.