With Roger Corman’s name attached, odds are around 20:1 that you’re in for a true classic. As executive producer on Supergator, Corman releases this horrendously schlocky, boring, and inconsistent creature feature mess. Why is it so hard to craft a movie around a giant alligator?
Filled with some of the most god awful performances in the history of the Sci-Fi Channel, Supergator deals with the title creature and for whatever reason, a group of volcanologists studying an active volcano on the Hawaiian Islands. There are countless scenes of shop talk between the lead characters, shots of computer screens showing data, and others of the team investigating various rocks since nothing ever comes of the volcano.
For the first half of the film, this is obviously trying to be a campy as possible. Tossing giant breasts… err, women on screen to jump around or run through a forest wearing the skimpiest layers of clothing that cable TV can handle is blatant exploitation. There’s nothing wrong with that for most of the audience, but once they all end up as victims, Supergator becomes a serious (or at least an attempt to be serious) chase with every possible genre cliché tossed right at the viewer.
Plot points are introduced and dropped immediately. About 10 minutes is spent on a group of kids who discover a miracle cure for hangovers, and once they meet their fate, nothing is heard of it again. One would think this profitable business venture could have been integrated into the story somewhere. Two lesbian tourists are also dropped from the plot, though there’s a chance they’re eaten at one point.
As usual, the special effects are abominable, and even the gore comes off as cheaply as possible. Close ups are impossible to decipher, with a shaky camera far too close to the action in order to hide the rubber gator mouth used to chomp on victims, leading to the above confusion about certain characters fate. Hilarious red splatters appear on screen for the few full screen deaths, and seem to fade off into thin air.
Credit is due for the nifty looking DNA bred alligator. Huge spikes protrude from its back, and its lean face is definitely menacing. Of course, when all it really does is look around and occasionally jump on people, the design is the last things on the viewers mind.
A few surprising character deaths are the only shockers, and hardly worth watching Supergator for. If you’ve sat through Dinocroc or the in no way related DVD release Supercroc, you’ve seen Supergator. It’s pitiful, and worthwhile only for the cheeky tone that’s not particularly funny either.