Yeah, another group of wanna-bees that must have been sitting around on a Saturday night thinking 'let's make a movie'. They should have had more to drink so they would not have remembered this idea the next morning. It seems like the script was written by whomever had the least to drink so they could actually read it the next morning, and the one that drank the most won the right to be the director.

OK, no body wants to listen to a movie where you had to use the microphone of the cell phone.

Ooh, and the monsters are ... hand puppets? Yeah, really. Don't believe me? So hate your life you need to waste another hour? Be my guest. Don't say I didn't warn you.