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1996's "Species" was certainly a stinker: a clunky screenplay by Dennis Feldman, pedestrian direction from Roger Donaldson, and embarrassed performances from Michael Madsen, Marge Helgenberger, and Forrest Whittaker resulted in some of the weakest plotting and most inane dialogue witnessed since Ed Wood, Jr. passed on. Who didn't howl when Whittaker's pathetic "psychic" walked into a gore-stained room and announced "something bad happened here!" And has anyone figured out what accent Ben Kingsley was attempting? On the plus side, it did offer a nifty new beastie from H.R. Giger, and better yet, pneumatic Canadian lovely Natasha Henstridge in frequently unencumbered by clothing. The whole thing played like a Roger Corman's New Horizons programmer somehow blessed with a Devlin-Emmerich budget.
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"Species" was also a surprise hit, so it was inevitable that somebody would green light a sequel. Problem is, how do you make a follow-up to something that was already cobbled together from just about every s.f./horror film ever made? What's left to steal?
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