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Tom
Skerritt, Steve Forrest, Harry Morgan
This positively wretched killer-tiger movie stars a spry young
Tom Skerritt as a detective whose town is besieged (which
is really overdoing it, as the
tigers don't really do much of anything but hang out in the woods) by
two circus tigers who are liberated by their drunk trainer. A local tramp
cocktail waitress who's boffing a local businessman (while living under
the roof of Colonel Potter, who himself is an upstanding porn-crazed hypocrite)
escapes an attack and is then implicated in the man's murder -- meanwhile,
his annoying wife bothers everyone in town trying to find him (some of
the phonecalls between her and her husband's drinking buddy are kind of
funny, at least). The best moment of the whole movie happens during the
opening titles, when a fluffy farmcat is seen scampering across the lawn
with the words MANEATERS ARE LOOSE! emblazoned over it -- this kind of
subtlety extends to the bombastic, utterly annoying score, which works
about ten times as hard as the script or actors. Simply horrendous.
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