Review of Swamp Thing (1982) by Michael G — 11 May 2009

Swamp Thing is nowhere nearly as good as I remember it to be. You spend the first hour wondering where the hell this is going then when it happens its so incredibly ridiculous (as in the kind of ridiculous that demands an apology) that you begin to wonder how the hell Wes Craven was ever allowed to make another movie.

The dialogue is hysterical, almost as hysterical as Louis Jourdan's uh... transformation at the end. I'll give one star to David Hess (as a guy named Ferret no less) and another to Adrienne Barbeau's exploitative side boob shot and cleavage in general.

Normally I don't like to go so scumbag with my commentary but they're hypnotic. You probably need to be engaging in some kind of vice to fully appreciate or even enjoy Swamp Thing because even for a B-movie it asks you to suspend a lot of disbelief.

And where the hell was Adam West? Seriously...