On the barricades. Late at night, a team of football players ride through god-forsaken areas of urban void. They are surrounded only by silent brick buildings, black holes of windows looking at lost losers. Cold fog gradually envelops the space, cutting off parts of the road, dusk thickens, and not everything can be distinguished in the windows of the bus, forced stop, and forced traffic damage. There's no other way in movies like this. Sorrow, someone looking through the slots of his suit. He's sad that the boys' mentor today is a lady in years, not a harsh retired special forces coach. The students were twice unlucky. Were there any guns or other guns in the trunk of the bus? Tonight will be a turning point for every team member. Their coach will suffer fear, and they will know pain. Brought from elsewhere, the horror came not from a maniac but from a ferocious, bloodthirsty intergalactic killer. God only knows what this creature has forgotten on this planet. The children will have to sweat in the game of survival among the empty concrete blocks, where only the whisper of death will be heard, and the alien invader who started a deadly game of hide-and-seek with the team. So let the strongest win.
In fact, not everything is so pathetic, and can only be in the imagination of Fred Olen Ray, but so everything is very cheap and very angry.
By his will as a director, cheap decorations of houses began to appear on the site, and even the film itself was shot on an abandoned construction site, where the main part of the running takes place, Night shooting against the background of buildings and artificial smoke, thank you Fred, that although from time to time he indulged in real buildings, albeit unfinished, panoramas of a living kind, this is above all in your difficult business as a director. Especially at the end of the nineties, you start shooting several films a year, putting the number in reproach of the result, it is clear that thrash directing has its own approaches, but sometimes you need to dilute the situation with something, except for the terrible creature that sparkled in the background in another film director. Of course, to give this cute animal a separate film is a bold decision. Maybe bold laundering. But, it is still funny to watch someone in a suit made of foam painted in a vomiting salad-dark color, with a max resembling a cross between the iron stigma of a pig and the helmet of Darth Vader, chasing through building premises and desert courtyards near the site, whose youth barely exceeded twenty. Among all of them can be distinguished very young Zach Ward, apparently these are his first films and even then he was heading for cheap, or so mystical movies, thrillers and horror films. And even then he did not play like everyone else or faced with something otherworldly. And everyone is desperately trying to survive, using even literally cheap means for survival. The movie is strange, when everyone tries to show all the appearance of the acting game, to play against the background of all this ugliness, and even the alien hissing with dangerous silence looks tragicomic against the background of these ruins of the idea, or Olen Rey arrived too late, trying to save the project, to remove, from what was when the project was withdrawn from funding, and Fred just took the remains with his company of enthusiasts. I think that's what happened. And the film got its place directly in the niche direct to video. And Olen Rey does not need more and a cheap director, passing films, who works on a numerical result, rather for the lower industry having its own concepts and indicators of the genre. Star hunter refers just to such a representative of the genre. Fred Olen Rey is the kind of person who knows how to make such cheap movies, for a small but loyal army of fans that he should have. Sometimes he does something useful, and sometimes something completely gray and mediocre, even with all the facets of rubbishness. The most important thing is that Fred Olen Ray doesn’t care.