The chupacabra lives; but by the time you get to the end of this movie, you really don’t care.
I’m currently running through Netflix movies in an attempt to catch some new scary stuff and recapture my love of horror. This looked interesting. It’s not a terrible movie, mind you; but the influences are so obvious, it gets boring after a while. Tourists. Jungle. Mysterious man eating monster. Yeah, never seen that before….
Honestly, I found the characters so irritating that by the time old chupacabra decides to start picking off folks for snooping around his private swimming hole, I really didn’t care if they died or not.
I did see a lot of The Descent in this movie, but The Descent takes its time, invests you in the characters, and builds on the panic and distrust. In Indigenous, everyone’s whiny and yells a lot. The deaths just cut down on the noise.
While “it” is scary looking, the movements, the behavior, all too familiar. It’s been done before. Indigenous doesn’t succeed in doing it any better. Although it’s kind of neat to see it occasionally attack in broad daylight, it’s not enough to save the movie.
I own that waterfall cause I’m always thirsty.
Okay, it’s not a BAD movie. It’s just an overused concept. If you’ve never seen the movies that it draws it’s influences from, you actually may enjoy it. I just feel like I’d seen it all done better than this. You make your own judgment on it. As for me, I’m even less scared of the chupacabra than before after watching it.