The film's sole "highlight" occurs early on. During a small celebration for the upcoming wedding, one of the members turns on some grating techno and just begins dancing. Soon, most of the group joins in for 10-minutes of sheer agony for the viewer. No one says a word, it doesn't serve a purpose, and it's obviously tacked on. You can almost hear the producers saying "Hey, this movie is too short by about 10-minutes! Go shoot some of the actors having seizures for a bit!"
For the two of you wondering, the centipedes sudden growth spurt was caused by the age-old catalyst illegally dumped toxic waste. This of course leads to numerous questions and plot holes. If the centipedes mutated, what about all the other insects scurrying about on the caves floor? If no one has ever survived after visiting the cave as the legend says, how exactly did the waste get there?
This is the type of thing a group of drunken college kids put together over a three-day weekend. Come to think of it, they would probably do a better job in the end. It's the type of movie you watch, questioning your sanity most of the way through the 90-minute running time. Back in the late 1950's, directing or starring in a monster movie was considered to be a disastrous career move. Here in the new millennium, that advice is should be seriously considered.
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