The Douglas Library in North Canaan, Conn. presents the immortal 2004 Sci-Fi Channel classic “Skeleton Man,” featuring That Guy With the Kinda High-Pitched Voice Who Always Plays the Platoon Leader. As part of the four-flick set at $2, the investment in this film is therefore 50 cents.
Which is about 37 cents too much.
Here goes. Scene, Pacific Northwest. Archaeologists are looking at Indian artifacts. Guy dressed up as Guy Fawkes bursts in, kills dorky scientist and chases hottish middle aged science babe down the street to the power substation, where killing her is more fun. Then the killer tries to make a “Hey hey, ho ho, (fill in the blank) has got to go” chant work but “archaeology” just doesn’t scan.
Then the mayor of New York sends in the Navy SEALS and they kill Oliver Cromwell. Afterwards everyone eats organic buckwheat pancakes and resists the urge to smoke.
The killer Tweets all through this, and is featured the next evening on MSNBC, where Ed Schultz calls him “an authentic voice for justice and democracy.”
Wait, I’m getting things mixed up here. Sorry.
Scene, Pacific Northwest. Archaeologists are looking at Indian artifacts. Guy dressed up in hooded cape and unconvincing skull mask bursts in, kills dorky scientist and chases hottish middle aged science babe down the street to the power substation, where killing her is more fun.
Cut to Army dudes in woods getting chased by Skeleton Man. I can’t help but interject that if these guys spent as much time on cardio as they do on their biceps they would be better able to run away from supernatural skeleton men on horseback. Just sayin’.
Later, Army Capt. Doofus and his team search for the missing people. They do this by blundering around in the woods with day packs and a lot of electronic stuff that never works at the best of times and really isn’t worth a rip when deployed in an area of Ancient Evil.
The team consists of four men, all meatheads, and four babes who had wardrobe adjust their nylon cargo pants just right before the cameras rolled.
Eventually only Doofus and Lt. Ta-Ta (the blonde with the semi-big nose) are left for the exciting showdown at the chemical factory.
No breasts (automatic one coil deduction). Painful dialogue. Nice butts on the ladies in the team, especially the demolitions expert. Surprisingly little blood for a film littered with corpses. Decapitation. Suggested brain-eating. (No, wait, I’m getting mixed up with Occupy Portland again.)
In a word, it sucks. Avoid.