Eco-Amok! conjures both Gore and gore, the timely message and the giddy mayhem.
The inconvenient truth is this: cinema has seen it coming for years. How else to account for the black-and-white bestiary that brought us ants the size of SUVs and buffed-up behemoths rising from the ocean floor? Or the more colorful contributions, like a grizzled bear as big as a phone booth, militarized piranhas with excited incisors, or a man-plant with its roots in horror? These are the queer consequences of messing with Mother Nature.
From the fearsome fifties right up to the carbon-coughing present, cinema has ogled the aftereffects of ecological abuse and genetic jerry-rigging.
Eco-Amok! takes on this prescient patch of filmdom to relish the monstrosities, as well as considering the causes for consternation.