Knee, Atkins, and Jordan do nothing more than earn their Hitler worship merit badge with the same old "kill all brunettes and make men depressed" theme that these movies always give us.
It's supposed to be about giant wasps, but it's hard to even go there, because of the neo Nazi preaching the director and writer team give us.
Just no fun in this, no strategy, no inspiration, except for Nazis, and those vindictive sorts who can't stand the jilting from brunettes they get all their lives.
It's supposed to be about giant wasps, but it's hard to even go there, because of the neo Nazi preaching the director and writer team give us.
Just no fun in this, no strategy, no inspiration, except for Nazis, and those vindictive sorts who can't stand the jilting from brunettes they get all their lives.