I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong with me. There are dozens, possibly dozens of dozens–which I guess would be grosses–of movies I haven’t seen, but have access to. I’ve been really interested in watching Looper, Equilibrium, and I don’t even know how many other titles lately. But did I watch any of them? Nope.
Instead of popping in the copies of those movies into my Blu-Ray player, I chose to stay at the computer, and run through Netflix’s streaming offering for the first time in a few weeks. I saw a bunch of movies I’ve been interested in, and a few series, including the exclusive House of Cards series… but did I watch any of them? Nope.
Because there’s something wrong with me, I’m telling you. In the recently added section, staring me in the face was Mongolian Death Worm. I’d never heard of it. We don’t get SyFy ’round these parts. But since there’s something fundamentally wrong with the way my brain fires, I overlooked over a dozen movies, and a dozen shows I’ve been waiting and wanting to watch… and I put on Mongolian Fucking Death Worm.
I went into this movie with three expectations:
- It would be hilariously bad.
- It would look hilariously like shit.
- It would be an unabashed rip off of Tremors.
I was right about one thing. It’s an unabashed rip off of Tremors.