• Directed by David A. Prior
• Written and produced by David A. Prior and William S. Vigil
• Starring
  • Leo Rossi
  • Ted Prior
  • Denise Crosby

This movie suffers from what I call “recombinant title syndrome”: take the words from other genre titles, throw them in a pot, and pick out two to be your title. (The same thing happens in the erotic thriller genre with words like “obsession,” “indecent,” “attraction,” and “dangerous.”)

It also suffers from terminal dumbness. Apparently our government thinks it cost-effective to launch unmanned rockets to the moon to dispose of quart bottles of bio-hazardous material. On the other hand, that’s pretty believable for our government (depending on what state the rockets are manufactured in).

When one rocket goes afoul and crashes in Georgia, a special forces team (that looks and sounds like the soldiers in Predator, right down to the loud rock ‘n’ roll) is sent to… retrieve it? Incinerate it? No, just blow it up. Then the CO, who has classified orders from the bargain-basement Cigarette-Smoking Man, mows down his own troops as the orders dictate (but two get away). He also just happens to be infected with the crap from the canister.

And from there, it really goes downhill. The bio-hazard apparently turns people into giant, mutated terriers who drool excessively. Denise Crosby shows up as a backwoods squatter, playing once again a supposedly tough but ultimately ineffectual character. Wilford Brimley (that man will do anything for a buck) is the general trying to both neutralize the threat and counterbalance the cigarette-smoking man, but he’s just too damned grandfatherly to get anything done (he’s introduced to us as a military chopper picks him up from his granddaughter’s birthday party).

Remember: recombinant title syndrome is not a mark of quality.