2013 / Director. Griff Furst.
Review by Glenn Cochrane.
Griff Furst cut his directorial teen with The Asylum on titles such as UNIVERSAL SOLDIERS and I AM OMEGA before going on to direct similarly schlocky movies like LAKE PLACID 3, SWAMP SHARK and ARACHNOQUAKE. He has become a go-to guy for low-rent, schlock-laden B-fare and he's notching up an impressive resume of some of the tackiest films in recent memory. It's important to note that he's also a notable actor who's appeared in films like FOCUS, THE LOFT, and TERMINATOR GENISYS amongst others.
One his recent stinkers is RAGIN CAJUN REDNECK GATORS and I mean “stinker” in an endearing way. Set in the bayous of Louisiana we follow a community of rednecks as they find themselves fending off a congregation of mutant alligators. And we're not just talking the typical run-of-the-mill creature feature mutant gators... we're talkin' about hybrids. They've mutated from a bad batch of local moonshine that's been dumped into the swamps and anyone who's bitten ends up mutating into one. Yep, humanoid gators!!
The absurdity levels shoot through the roof with this hysterically bad creature feature that boasts some of the worst digital FX to grace the screen since THE LAWNMOWER MAN 2. The gators are poorly realised computer composites and the blood flows so digitally that the zoom button is bound to reveal big chunky pixels. On the flips side whenever characters actually intereact physically with the creatures they are up against some of the flimsiest styrofoam and latex since BABY: SECRET OF THE LOST LEGEND.
The strength of RAGIN CAJUN REDNECK GATORS is in its self-awareness. Nothing is played for legit and everyone involved knows exactly what type of movie they're making. From the hilarious script to the hysterical caricatures of redneck simpletons. Crazy eyes, bucked teeth and twang-accents light up the screen while conversations about moonshine and gumbo take precedence over all other pressing matters.
Griff Furst has made many bad movies on purpose. He understands the niche audience that devour this brand of tripe and he proudly considers himself one of them. There is little room for criticism when it comes to this stuff because anyone can shoot fish in a barrel. If the title RAGIN CAJUN REDNECK GATORS wasn't a neon flashing warning sign for you, then suffer in your jocks for being so fucking stupid.