Directed by Alexandre Aja, the plot is a familiar one for those of us that live in Florida; a Category 5 hurricane is bearing down on your house, which you didn’t evacuate, and not only are you out of beer but a massive murder log is stalking your family. Every. Single. Time.
Though the film is supposed to take place in South Florida and centers on at least one man-eating alligator on a killing spree, it appears to be just as campy and dumb as Lake Placid, which is absolutely fine.
Think Sharknado, but with a hurricane and some chonky gators. We need this right now.
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This article appears in May 2-9, 2019.