| Clint
Walker, Neville Brand, Carl Betz, Robert Urich
Well, at least they got the "dozer" part right... One
of the worst MOTWs ever made, this preposterous tale of a murderous bulldozer
brought to life by a fallen meteor is as boring as watching paint dry.
Oilslick-headed Clint Walker (who, granted, was a TOTAL
babe in his younger years, although by this point his ink-dyed man-bob
was completely, horrifyingly inappropriate for him) plays the bullheaded
foreman, and a young Robert Urich plays the first victim,
who goes into a kind of spastic coma when he gets too close to the Craptonite.
In case you were wondering, watching an enormous, lumbering bulldozer
chase grown men is about the least exciting thing in the world -- except
for watching the same grown men argue for seemingly hours on end about
what to do about said bulldozer. The only saving graces are that Walker
insists on calling his rival "sourballs" (it gets funnier each
and every time he says it) and the bizarro freeze-frame ending, which
is a kind of unintentional reference to Mary Tyler Moore's
opening-credit hat-toss. And seriously -- the gay subtext of some of the
scenes could be cut with a butter knife.
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