In Manhattan young virgin women are being viciously raped by who the police believe to be a crazy serial rapists, but unknown to them it's something far more sinister and out-of-this-world. It takes a doctor and a police detective to discover that this unearthly predator is impregnating these women for a world invasion, which leads them to its nest in an abandoned underground subway system.
Oh brother, you can't get any bad than this! "Breeders" is a shoestring production that clearly looks it and provides nothing more but a distasteful, exploitive schlock fest of the very bad and quite haggard kind. Well, the cheesy 80s breaks through again with such an amateurish set-up found in every single avenue of this stingy production. Although it's not without its perks. But these factors really do pale in comparison to the downright awfulness of this uninspired trite. The most startling images are the gratuitous nudity that flows freely in what you call simply redundant build-ups. Well, they would be more redundant if these women were ugly, but that's not the case and the director knew it by exploiting every opportunity he had. Gee, some ladies just got their gear off for no apparent reason, so the camera had something to focus on. Since there was basically nothing much else to look at with its inane looking props. And these girls are supposed to be virgins and strangely enough they are pretty easy to come by right-o. The wicked make-up effects and sloppy blood splatter were okay for such a project, but damn that alien costume (guy in a black rubber suit that's cross between; "Alien" and "The Fly") design was horrid! Hmm, I think that's all the good things and it can raise up a couple of unintentional chuckles.
Now onto the bad, but where to start. The lifeless direction by Tim Kincaid is simply non-existent and guess who wrote the pitiful story; yep that's right Kincaid. Juvenile crass is best to describe the senseless plot, which has many erratic mood swings and meaningless inclusions. It just feels like it was made as they went along and the mind-blowing origin to this monster will have you thinking "pure genius haha, I think not". The cringe-worthy dialogues are very forced and unbelievably inept of anything remotely reasonable. And it was even drier with its lack of sharp humour but who knows maybe Kincaid thought it had its humorous moments. The pathetic performances from a clumsy cast ranges from bluntly robotic to terribly hokey. The foxy ladies on show are nothing more than pretty faces and when they open their mouths oh the pain! Their blaring screaming was more bearable. While, the guys are simply background features. These senseless characters are incredibly dumb-as-can-be with them providing more to the risible horny alien attacks and a dopey finale where the characters stand around looking stupid and taking ages to realise what they need just happens to be there. Like always! A hilarious scene involving a character called Ted (who wears snazzy sunnies) and his hobbies being explained by his very worried mother boldly goes out of its way to scares us with her rambles. The electronic score is annoyingly weary. Kincaid fails at any sort of atmosphere or suspense; there's just next to nothing with the usual shock conclusion plastered on and the (Oh no, watch out its shadow is creeping up!) build-ups with the creature stalking it's hosts, which leaves a lot to be desired. Because you'll be asking where the hell did that come from and how didn't someone notice it. It must just be a very good sneaker. Watch out, as this half-ass production bares all and quite a lot of breasts too.
If you have a hankering for absurdly, cheap bottom of the barrel trashy sleaze. Here you go.
Oh brother, you can't get any bad than this! "Breeders" is a shoestring production that clearly looks it and provides nothing more but a distasteful, exploitive schlock fest of the very bad and quite haggard kind. Well, the cheesy 80s breaks through again with such an amateurish set-up found in every single avenue of this stingy production. Although it's not without its perks. But these factors really do pale in comparison to the downright awfulness of this uninspired trite. The most startling images are the gratuitous nudity that flows freely in what you call simply redundant build-ups. Well, they would be more redundant if these women were ugly, but that's not the case and the director knew it by exploiting every opportunity he had. Gee, some ladies just got their gear off for no apparent reason, so the camera had something to focus on. Since there was basically nothing much else to look at with its inane looking props. And these girls are supposed to be virgins and strangely enough they are pretty easy to come by right-o. The wicked make-up effects and sloppy blood splatter were okay for such a project, but damn that alien costume (guy in a black rubber suit that's cross between; "Alien" and "The Fly") design was horrid! Hmm, I think that's all the good things and it can raise up a couple of unintentional chuckles.
Now onto the bad, but where to start. The lifeless direction by Tim Kincaid is simply non-existent and guess who wrote the pitiful story; yep that's right Kincaid. Juvenile crass is best to describe the senseless plot, which has many erratic mood swings and meaningless inclusions. It just feels like it was made as they went along and the mind-blowing origin to this monster will have you thinking "pure genius haha, I think not". The cringe-worthy dialogues are very forced and unbelievably inept of anything remotely reasonable. And it was even drier with its lack of sharp humour but who knows maybe Kincaid thought it had its humorous moments. The pathetic performances from a clumsy cast ranges from bluntly robotic to terribly hokey. The foxy ladies on show are nothing more than pretty faces and when they open their mouths oh the pain! Their blaring screaming was more bearable. While, the guys are simply background features. These senseless characters are incredibly dumb-as-can-be with them providing more to the risible horny alien attacks and a dopey finale where the characters stand around looking stupid and taking ages to realise what they need just happens to be there. Like always! A hilarious scene involving a character called Ted (who wears snazzy sunnies) and his hobbies being explained by his very worried mother boldly goes out of its way to scares us with her rambles. The electronic score is annoyingly weary. Kincaid fails at any sort of atmosphere or suspense; there's just next to nothing with the usual shock conclusion plastered on and the (Oh no, watch out its shadow is creeping up!) build-ups with the creature stalking it's hosts, which leaves a lot to be desired. Because you'll be asking where the hell did that come from and how didn't someone notice it. It must just be a very good sneaker. Watch out, as this half-ass production bares all and quite a lot of breasts too.
If you have a hankering for absurdly, cheap bottom of the barrel trashy sleaze. Here you go.