Over at our sister site werewolves.com this week, I waxed eloquent about how certain movies, based on their titles alone, appeal to me, how they sufficiently inform me for me to know with certainty that I will love them. This here is another such example. CHUPACABRA TERRITORY. The title says it all. I don’t need to know anything else. If the movie is good, great. If the movie sucks, that might be even better. It has Chupacabras in it. Real ones—with “real” being a relative term, here—not those poor hairless coyotes one so often sees on the news.
I love me some Chupas. I remember back in the 90s, when the first reports of the bloodsucking cryptids were first appearing, how I would inform my non-Horror and non-Cryptozoologically-minded friends that the word “Chupacabra” literally translates as “goat sucker”; they would have a good laugh. But the Chupacabra is nothing to laugh at—especially is you’re a goat or a chicken. The cover image on the BluRay case for this flick looks wicked cool, and the trailer promises much glorious cornball fun. It’s found-footage, which normally would make me groan, but as they appear to be deliberately spoofing the BLAIR WITCH, here, I’ll give ‘em a pass for it.
Beware the Goat-sucker!