Uncle Jasper reviews: Carnosaur (1993)

Carnosaur (1993)
AKA Carnosaurus

Starring Diane Ladd, Raphael Sbarge, Jennifer Runyon, Harrison Page, Ned Bellamy, Clint Howard, Frank Novak

Directed By Adam Simon


Hi folks. Welcome to today’s installment of “Shit My Dad Used to Rent.” Today we have 1993’s ultra-schlocky Dino-ploitation classic, Carnosaur. Now let’s not bullshit ourselves here, there is only one reason this film ever saw the light of day. Cranked out and released less than a year after Steven Spielberg’s mega blockbuster Jurassic Park, Carnosaur sought to take a T-Rex-sized bite out of the dino-mania propagated by that smash hit. Surprisingly, it is based on an Australian novel written six years before Michael Crichton’s bestseller ever saw the light of day, even though the film itself reeks of a shameless cash-in attempt.

But for a kid going through dinosaur withdrawal after Spielberg’s hit disappeared from theaters, imagine the shit-eating grin I must have had on my face when my dad brought this one home. I was a little put off by the ghetto-looking rubber T-Rex on the VHS sleeve, but with a title like Carnosaur it seemed like a dream come true. This would be Jurassic Park with a darker edge. As much as I loved watching Sam Neill and Jeff Goldblum run away from those carnivorous monsters, Jurassic Park had a severe shortage of what I think we all really wanted to see: dinosaurs eating people. I understand toning it down in order to secure that coveted PG-13 rating, but without blood and guts it amounted to a fun and suspenseful adventure, not the dino-horror film I think I was initially hoping for. But fuck it dudes, who needed Jurassic Park? I had Carnosaur now!

Sadly, despite all of the excitement, I think I fell asleep within the first 20 minutes. Now rewatching this film almost 20 years later I was almost instantly reminded why. For all its promises and high hopes, Carnosaur is pretty fucking dull in its first half. After a somewhat promising opening featuring a rabid chicken attack and roadside baby raptor mauling, the film gets ridiculously talky and bogged down with long, drawn-out lectures and mundane tirades about genetic manipulation, DNA analysis, and miscellaneous biological technobabble. Seriously, I was almost expecting some college credits after sitting through all of this shit. We do get a few moments of choice action in the form of a baby dinosaur tearing through a jeep full of drunken teens, but sitting through long stretches of genetic theory and  bland discussions on the ethics of bio-engineering almost makes it not worth it.

It’s not until some environmentalists chain themselves to a corporate bulldozer and unwittingly become helpless food for the hungry raptor that the film decides to forego its attempts to scientifically validate itself and instead concentrates on fun dinosaur attacks and its surprisingly bizarre plot (which unfortunately comes with the cost of more boring bio-talk).

Diane Ladd is a nutcase scientist who is using a somewhat shady poultry farm as a cover for a devious plan of her own. The film is a little sketchy on a few points, but from what I can gather, she injects a strand of prehistoric DNA into a one of the chickens, making it lay a dinosaur egg. When a baby carnivore hatches, it tears through the local Nevada desert town raising hell, and sprinkling its genetic virus down through the locals. Diane sees mankind as a plague and a pitiful follow-up to the reign of the dinosaurs. Her plan is to reintroduce the long-extinct beasts by infecting human women with her cooked-up virus, forcing them to give birth to rapidly-maturing velociraptors. The birthing scenes are unexpected in a film that promised nothing more than fun dino-carnage. Watching these women spread eagle and pop out baby velociraptors is not only a healthy deterrent to unprotected sex, but also nothing short of fantastic cinema that almost manages to redeem the tedious first 45 minutes of the film. Ms. Ladd even sacrifices herself to her noble cause by giving birth to her own prehistoric offspring. In the film’s most over-the-top moment, she spreads out a blanket and goes into labor. Annoyed with the length of the birthing process, she gives herself a self-induced cesarean section by clawing open her own stomach, revealing a tiny raptor that pops up, whack-a-mole style.

When the film finally gets going, it definitely has its share of decent moments. An innocent security guard gets decapitated by a hungry dinosaur, an unsuspecting sheriff cracks open some tainted chicken eggs for breakfast, revealing tiny, wriggling dinosaur embryos inside, and Diane Ladd’s pet T-Rex escapes the facility and goes on a murderous rampage, ending in a climactic battle with a couple of high-powered bulldozers.

The movie ends on a remarkably strong note as the film snuffs out what looks to be a happy ending by brutally turning the tables on our heroes in the final seconds of the film, giving us the classic despair-filled “zombie outbreak run amok” kind of ending that we have come to love.

Special FX by John Buechler of Empire/Full Moon fame is actually halfway decent by B-standards. Animatronics and puppetwork are miles above previous low budget dinosaur outings. These clearly are not refined products of the Stan Winston studios, though. The dinosaurs suffer from mobility issues, which are simply disguised by not having the legs in frame. The shortcomings of the baby velociraptors are hidden by shooting their action scenes with blurry handheld camerawork, coupled with rapid-fire edits. The rampaging T-Rex seems to change size at will, but despite the scale inconsistencies it’s still good fun.

If you have the persistence and sheer fortitude to make it through the painfully meandering first half of the film, Carnosaur will deliver at least a few money shots before it’s over, and at the very least, amuse with its farfetched, bizzarro plot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0wP4rP6R70

5 comments to Uncle Jasper reviews: Carnosaur (1993)

  • This sounds quite disgusting, but imaginatively so. I didn’t even know there was a genre of films called dino-ploitation.

    • Uncle Jasper

      Technically there is no such genre as dino-ploitation, but I felt it was a pretty apt description considering the obvious Jurassic Park cash in going on here.

      Thanks for the comment!

  • Just watched this, it was pretty bad. You said it man, that techno-babble is boring as hell and fairly incoherent.

    The birthings and the dino attacks were all pretty fun though. I was cracking up at when the T-Rex is walking past the phone booth and he gets all riled up when the phone starts ringing.

    • Uncle Jasper

      Yeah, it’s too bad because I really wanted to enjoy this movie. I mean, it did have its share of decent scenes, and the ending was great and really unexpected. Taken as a whole however, there are just too many dull moments that keep things from moving on.

  • An entertaining B-Movie 🙂 fun to watch but far to be perfect!

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