Oh dear, "Proteus" has wandered into streaming, over twenty years since this mid-level scifi/horror flick bored its audience into comas.
"Proteus" was nothing more than an entry into a genre made bankable by Ridley Scott's "Alien", which was itself a pastiche of earlier scifi drive- in movies with a big budget and the hope that no one remembered the original material. Psst! Hey! "Alien" was the love child of 1958's "IT! The Terror from Beyond Space". You know, monster gets on spaceship of malcontents and kills everyone but a smart person who opens an airlock. ZZZzzzZZZZ. "Proteus" was just another entry into the monster/claustrophobic space/idiotic humans/corporate billionaire with immortality issues/muscleboy/ridiculous monster cycle.
Let's see: unlikeable drug smugglers foul up a deal and escape some mysterious Asian port in a yacht. In a hilarious scene that features a really unconvincing miniature, the yacht blows up real good. This was filmed in a dime store aquarium, or the director's bathtub. Smugglers find refuge on an equally unconvincing miniature oil rig. Bad scientists have made an ugly something that eats or slimes anyone available. Lead idiot and resident muscleboy Craig Fairbrass wanders the oil rig, which he knows because he "worked on a rig" back in the day. OK, yeah right.
Idiotic characters get eaten/absorbed by "Charlie" the monster. Charlie the Tuna would have been scarier. One by one, the stupid interlopers get got. Musclehead Fairbrass runs around and burns up the monster, which looks like the Hanna-Barbera 'toon character Jabberjaw. Monster shark tentacle thing moans and waves it's digits and gets burned up real good. Surprise ending!!
Special effects maven Bob Keen gives little, despite his credentials on "Hellraiser". Yes, this is a low budget affair, but its ongoing foolishness and adherence to the monster who's not a monster and eats you when you're not looking canon (which goes waaaaay back to "The Thing") just gets boring.
Drinking game! Watch muscleboy Fairbrass sweat! Every time you see him and his sweaty tshirt, throw a shot. His sweat stains change from scene to scene.
For claustrophobic monsters stuck in a small space with a twist ending enthusiasts only.
"Proteus" was nothing more than an entry into a genre made bankable by Ridley Scott's "Alien", which was itself a pastiche of earlier scifi drive- in movies with a big budget and the hope that no one remembered the original material. Psst! Hey! "Alien" was the love child of 1958's "IT! The Terror from Beyond Space". You know, monster gets on spaceship of malcontents and kills everyone but a smart person who opens an airlock. ZZZzzzZZZZ. "Proteus" was just another entry into the monster/claustrophobic space/idiotic humans/corporate billionaire with immortality issues/muscleboy/ridiculous monster cycle.
Let's see: unlikeable drug smugglers foul up a deal and escape some mysterious Asian port in a yacht. In a hilarious scene that features a really unconvincing miniature, the yacht blows up real good. This was filmed in a dime store aquarium, or the director's bathtub. Smugglers find refuge on an equally unconvincing miniature oil rig. Bad scientists have made an ugly something that eats or slimes anyone available. Lead idiot and resident muscleboy Craig Fairbrass wanders the oil rig, which he knows because he "worked on a rig" back in the day. OK, yeah right.
Idiotic characters get eaten/absorbed by "Charlie" the monster. Charlie the Tuna would have been scarier. One by one, the stupid interlopers get got. Musclehead Fairbrass runs around and burns up the monster, which looks like the Hanna-Barbera 'toon character Jabberjaw. Monster shark tentacle thing moans and waves it's digits and gets burned up real good. Surprise ending!!
Special effects maven Bob Keen gives little, despite his credentials on "Hellraiser". Yes, this is a low budget affair, but its ongoing foolishness and adherence to the monster who's not a monster and eats you when you're not looking canon (which goes waaaaay back to "The Thing") just gets boring.
Drinking game! Watch muscleboy Fairbrass sweat! Every time you see him and his sweaty tshirt, throw a shot. His sweat stains change from scene to scene.
For claustrophobic monsters stuck in a small space with a twist ending enthusiasts only.