I cannot believe how utterly amazed and horrified the main guy and his wife are when they see a little bat out in the desert at the beginning of this movie. That's where animals live, you imbeciles, the fucking desert. What did you expect to find out there? Milkshake farms? A lending library? Use your heads, idiots. Later the main guy gets bitten by a different bat, and before long he's trashing department store mannequins and attacking folks down the trailer park. Is it because he's turned into a bat people? It sure is, but we never actually see him in all his batty glory until the end, and when we finally do it's beyond fucking lame. He doesn't even have any wings! There's a name for a bat without wings: "not a bat". And what is with the local sheriff? Judging by his appearance he watches entirely too much McCloud, but that's nowhere near as embarrassing as the play he makes for the wife. Seriously, it's about as subtle as a frat house rape. At least he's doing something though; most of this movie is just people standing around killing time. In fact, you could easily cut this flick down to 20 minutes or so and not lose anything important, although you would see less of the wife which would be a shame because she is pretty good-looking. It's too bad she keeps undermining it by wearing this ridiculous Charlie Brown shirt. Trust me, baby, that's not a good look for you. Or anyone else, I would imagine. If someone somewhere has pulled off the sexy Charlie Brown cosplay, I sure haven't heard about it.