Having buried his truck in '46 Crenshaw has been stranded in the murky backcountry for decades and hes reverted to a primal state to survive. He still has access to some of the higher mammal's tools such as flint, tinder, an n-gage, chaw, an ipod nano, and a pelet-rifle.
A proud father, Crenshaw enters battle with his brave son, who ended up with it's mothers features. The lil' creature rushes foes while Crenshaw takes targets down at range with either his rifle or by hurling fiery jerry cans.
THERE'S A SKID MARK ON THE CEILING!
All goodness in the world just died.
Ugh...this movie was just so icky and Southern and greasy. I loved Squirm and Track Of The Moon Beast but this was just too much.
I'm suprised anybody even REMEMBERS the N-Gage...