Creepers

Creep, seize, eat. Repeat.

Bad science has unleashed a swarm of blood-thirsty vine monsters. The result is nothing less than an edgy, post-modern send-up of classic horror movies, crammed with all the head-shakin’ clichés, odd-ball stereotypes and so-sincere-they’re-ridiculous moments that give those timeless horror pics their lasting charm.

Poor Clark Ward. The young, Vine Hill, Wisconsin Police Chief is ripe to trade his boring, small-town existence for the not-so-green pastures of the big city. But fate intervenes when a company dumps a veritable witches-brew of toxic wastes in a nearby landfill, and two men mysteriously disappear. Investigating, Clark unearths a clue that sends shudders down his plantophobic spine: dark, sticky leaves. Stumped, he calls in two botanists, the buxom Sylvia Martin, and her absent-minded mentor, Denis. They can’t identify the strange leaves either, but that’s okay. When creeping, man-eating vines with house-smashing, claw-like appendages start consuming even more locals, they get the idea.
Slurp!