This is the sort of film that people will either like or hate, depending upon whether or not they get what’s going on. Many don’t seem to, bashing it for its misogynistic bent – oblivious to that being the whole point. A rash of murders has broken out and men are brutally murdering women. At first an isolated cluster of murders in the southeast, it gradually spreads, enveloping the world as scientists race to find the cause and a cure.
This is another Masters of Horror installment that really could have benefited from some extra screen time. The set up for the film is great, gradually building the suspense as the scientists (led by Jason Priestley and Elliott Gould) come to terms with just what is going on and what it means. The transformations within the characters themselves are explored well within the time they have to work with, but then the movie sort of reaches critical mass and has to sprint to the end. Along the way, though, it’s a good ride. It’s a stretch to call this “horror” as “suspense” is far more applicable. The murders themselves are largely off-screen with one or two grisly exceptions thrown in to drive the point home.
The ending should be obvious to anyone paying attention and probably could have been handled a bit cleaner, but really that’s the biggest knock I had on the film.