I'm all for weird movies. I love the strange ones, but along with the unusual there should be at least a hint of a plot. Unfortunately, "The Monster Hunter" not only lacks a script, but any semblance of cohesion. The story simply flops around like a goldfish on the floor. Sure, there is David Caradine, but he has very little to work with. Weird for weird's sake does not make a film, and although the concept of two serial killers being stalked by an insane monster hunter sounds intriguing, the result is well below average. I should have known any movie endorsed by Quentin Tarantino, who's own mediocre movies are only slightly better than this failure, would be almost unwatchable. - MERK

I saw this movie on Showtime recently and I had a ball. Sometimes it was a little rough around the edges, but I laughed a lot. Hell, the monster gags even freaked me out. Very creative film. It is nice to see that small independent genre films can still find an audience. Check it out when you can.

When Hollywood studios jump on a band wagon, it is the unfortunate tendency for the independent scene to crowd the wheel tracks. Serial killers were hot a few years ago but these people aren't swift enough to realize just how much psycho-killers have cooled off. Maybe they should have made a boxing movie.The poster for this movie tags it as "The standing room only, sell-out sensation of the 1999 Austin Film Festival." As bad as this movie was, this is not a glowing endorsement for that particular festival. There were a few funny jokes, but they were far and painfully few between. Most of the "funny" moments were based on one of the following 1) "Wacky" back-woods types acting, well, wacky or 2) Cursing - as if the f-word is still such a novelty that its mere utterance will cause us to fall over laughing into the aisles.I only wasted $4.50 to see this movie. If you must see this do not be suckered into paying more than a matinee price.

David Carradine (yes, the Kung Fu Carradine) plays a major role in this film, and, while he brings considerable talent to the cast -- perhaps the only talent -- much of the time he looks like an actor desperately seeking direction. I feel a little sorry for him. Carradine plays a maverick FBI agent who has gone a little haywire from brushing up against the madness of his serial killer quarry. He stays in a motel room lined with pages torn from a Bible -- a reference to The Omen in which a priest, driven mad by his quest for to confront and battle the Ultimate Evil, lives in a Bible page-lined cell. Carradine's delusional special agent sees his quarry going into a horrifically fast seizures, much like the terrifying spasms of the figures haunting the protagonist in Jacob's Ladder. There are, perhaps, hints of Pulp Fiction here and there as well. Yet these allusions are not enough to save the film -- if anything, they seem to be adolescent expressions of adulation rather than homage to the filmmaker's influences.