The first five minutes was the best…Apolo Anton Ohno basejumps in New Zealand, falls into a hole and is impaled on a stalagmite that looks suspiciously like a Judas Cradle. It looked slightly less painful and embarrassing than appearing on Dancing with the Stars.
It’s all downhill from there. Winnie Cooper plays a hot American Forest Ranger, working in New Zealand…I assume because she is a Tasmanian Devil expert…or maybe she’s looking for Hobbitses? She encounters the rest of the basejumpers and carnage ensues as they’re stalked by the not at all cute Tasmanian Devils.
The titular Tasmanian Devils appear to be very similar to the Alamo Chupacabras – they basically look like Rottweilers undergoing chemotherapy. The devils also suffer from the same size malady as chupacabras – in some scenes, they are as big as rhinos, yet in other scenes, they easily fit inside a Jeep and Helicopter. Am I insane for expecting at least a little continuity of size? As I typed that sentence, I realized what a stupid expectation that is trouble have about Made-for-SyFy movies.
The best thing about this movie is that it forced me to IMDb the director, Zach Lipovsky. Mr. Lipovsky is directing the new Leprechaun reboot – Leprechaun: Origins! I am hesitant to be excited, as Warwick Davis is being replaced by some WWE Wrestler…Hornswaggle? I guess I should count my blessings it’s not a CGI leprechaun, right?