One thing I hate about summer is things always drop on my head. By things I mean insects. They are just attracted to my head. Maybe it's because I have beautifully smelling hair, I don't know. Countless times I have to remove a bee from my hair with my bare hands! Creepy. I've never had a problem with bats but I am in no doubt that should I be near one, it would fall on my head. Which is why I have sympathy for the poor souls in this film who get killed because I am sure my inconvenience is on a par with theirs.
So, the film version of the above rant begins with a series of traumatic deaths in Texas. In one attack a bat bursts through a car windscreen while the occupants indulge in a little heavy petting. The confined space provides for some quite dramatic and explosive results.
These are not your common garden-variety bats. They have been infected, genetically modified. And now they are on the loose, feeding off the locals. All in the name of science! Lucky Zoologist, Sheila Casper is on hand to track them down before they eat everyone. They capture one and attach a tracking device to its wing, hoping it will lead them to the bat's lair. But in a genuinely creepy twist, the other bats attack it, as if they know it's been sent to rat them out.
People are warned to lock their doors but no one listens and instead chaos reins and the creatures start getting big....real big!
Despite the cheesy nature of this film we are treated to some great Batman-like scenes of hundreds of bats lunging at people, flying past the moon and, erm, munching on someones neck. There is also a scene in a supermarket, complete with country music playing over the loud speaker, where we get to see through the bat's eyes. One of the funniest monster, batty, animals run amok films around. It's making me look at pigeons in a whole new, unpleasant light...