Chase_Witherspoon Drake is a greedy mining magnate (Robinson) turning the sleepy rural town of Clear Sky into a prospect, lining the pockets of corrupt local officials in the bargain, until water poisoning results in over-sized mosquitoes sucking the lifeblood out of the locals. Local deputy and part time metal sculptor (Youngs) isn't on Drake's payroll and decides to engage the services of a chemist (Sanderson) to ascertain the cause of the pollution. Naturally, Drake and his cronies try to hinder the process, until finally the mutated "skeeters" become the common nemesis.Despite its disjointed, pedestrian pace, the vast array of familiar faces and corny set-ups are almost redeemable qualities in this otherwise meandering mish-mash. There's some nice photography and amusing dialogue, and the effects aren't so bad they're unwatchable, but continuity is the chief concern, with so many scenes of limited relevance that characters are reduced to cameo appearances (recognizable faces like Pollard, Putch & Flower are virtually bit parts). The primitive tension between goodbye girl Griffith and her former companion Youngs manages to simmer to a gentle boil for one, romantic interlude in the sheds – by candlelight of course. It's one of the hallmarks of the weakly conceived storyline, or its interpretation, that the mood can switch so frequently from scene to scene as it does in this film. In some passages, it seems almost as if the "skeeters" are a sub plot such is their lack of relevance; in reality, the film carries so much peripheral baggage, it can't successfully meld them cohesively. Lots of location work, stunts and pyrotechnics to show off some semblance of a movie budget, but the connective tissue is so malnourished, it's barely alive.So while the cast is attractive (see Trainor & Edwards in all too brief roles), capable (Napier particularly) and with some exceptions sincere in the performances, the fatal lack of connectivity or momentum consigns this one to trash-video status. Not to be avoided at all costs, but don't expect much in return.

Michael O'Keefe A greedy real estate developer(Jay Robinson)plans on turning placid desert into a massive subdivision of a small community. Things get real ugly when a swarm of mosquitos chow down on an illegal toxic waste dump. Sheriff Deputy Roy Boone(Jim Youngs)gets concerned with the mounting body count of citizens and animals. His boss, Sheriff Buckle(Charles Napier)is not too concerned, because he is secretly involved in a shifty business relationship with the corrupt developer. The giant, bloodsucking mosquitos put strain on a sexy coroner(Saxon Trainer)and a respected, but confused scientist(William Sanderson). Special effects are pretty lame. Tracy Griffith plays the winsome love interest of Deputy Boone. And its hard to ignore the town idiot played by Michael J. Pollard. The total sum is SKEETER kind of...sucks!

Rudy_Poopy When first told that we would be watching "Skeeter" for our nightly movie-fest, my first reaction was "Oh great, Not another lame low budget horror flick that stars some no name actor and some other leading lady with big breasts and well you know how it goes". Sorry not going to happen with this film my friend! Skeeter had me on the edge of my seat. I was horrified to think that this could really happen. Our government is hauling things up and down our highways every day that could easily morph your average mosquito or scorpion into a huge, human devouring beast. I think Skeeter should be used as an example and shown throughout the world, that if we dont start to take care of our environment, were going to have huge skeeters flying about sucking our life force. Bottom line, if you want to be scared to death, watch this movie.

Maree This was such a bad movie... I mean, bad. It's two redeeming qualities are: 1) Now when someone asks me "What's the worse movie you have ever seen?" I will have a suitable reply. 2) It was mildly entertaining to see a movie that uses the kind of giant plastic bugs that you can buy at dollar stores... how often do you see that? It looks like it might have been trying to be "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" meets "Arachnophobia," but it unfortunately only managed to be "my 10 year old son meets cam-corder..." and, come to think of it, he would have done a better job. I mean... gargle afterward.Yech.