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This is a horror movie. A short horror movie.

Instead of zombies, its stellar cast is from the creep of crawlies, where life is a blip and table manners less refined than those of Dr H Lecter.

Director/cameralady Catherine Chalmers, the only living thing within a poison dart frog’s spit of a human being, stays close on the little monsters. Beetles fight with the intensity of gladiators, while another is chewed to death underwater by an albino toad.

The faces are grotesque and eye candy is spiked. Stick insects in a storm have a certain inability to retain their self respect and as for snakes and red centipedes, gliding and galloping towards prey, magnified by the lens into Godzilla’s playmates, you thank God, or Evolution, that The Incredible Shrinking Man wasn’t real.

People talk of the beauty and innocence of nature.

FOR GET IT!

What remains of the pre-dinosaurian age is here in miniature and, make no mistake, it’s scary.