Hey Hollywood, you’re making all these shitty reboots and movies out of board games and comic books. What’s left? Critters.
Kenny Powers has been living in the woods for years by himself, hoarding away all his posessions - crossbows, rifles, trampolines, four-wheelers, fireworks, and various explosives - and has to defeat Critters.
You could film this one over the weekend. Get a bunch of basketballs, cover them in Critters costumes, throw them down a staircase. Kenny Powers, motherfucker. No one gives a shit about Critters anyway.