FOOD OF THE GODS
Poor old Bert I Gordon. In the '50s he was a sci-fi director to be reckoned with, giving us such quality high camp as The Amazing Colossal Man, War of the Colossal Beast and Earth Vs the Spider.
Then, in the sixties things started to go awry, and by the time the mid-seventies arrived, he was reduced to making cheap schlock like this and other HG Wells adaptation, Empire of the Ants.
Three buddies are hunting on a remote Canadian island when one of them is immediately set upon by some giant wasps. Or something approximating giant wasps anyway. One of the chaps runs to a local farmhouse for help, but before you can say "Don't go into the barn!", he goes into the barn.
And is attacked by a seven foot chicken.
Yes, you did read that correctly.
You see, some magic porridge has come up through the earth by means of a natural, sloppy, ploppy wellspring which, when mixed with chicken feed, makes everything that eats it get BIG.
Anyway, it's not the seven foot chickens (oh yes, there's more than one) in the barn we're really concerned about here, it's the giant rats heading the way of our poor actors. Well, I say giant rats, I actually mean normal sized rats filmed in slow motion and placed on a Barbie's Camper Van and a small wooden, model house to make them look bigger.
Jon Cypher (Man-At-Arms from Masters of the Universe) gets eaten by hairy model rats, Belinda Balaski (The Howling, Piranha) gives birth and is up, dressed and running about in minutes, and a few other cardbard characters get covered in red paint and eaten by more of the rubbish rodents.
The plot holes are large and plentiful, the logic impossible to follow, the acting non-existent, and the script stitched together by lobotomised gibbons.
And there was a sequel too.