The best part of Mosquito comes right at the beginning, when an alien spaceship crashes in the swamp, a hatch opens and a single limp, three-fingered, sucker-tipped arm flops out.
And of course, we’ve seen that shot before. In the 1953 version of The War of the Worlds, in fact.
And before long, a mosquito lands on that arm and drinks its blood.
Now, we’ve seen enough Fifties horror films to know what that’ll do, don’t we?
This one has the status of a minor cult classic: I’m not sure I’d go quite that far, but it is an amiable little film, which is quite enjoyable for what it is: a B-monster movie, with no pretensions to be anything else. I quite like the very old school mosquitoes, which aren’t afraid to look like models and props (although the shots of large schools of them are far less impressive!)
Gunnar Hansen, who played Leatherface in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre gets first billing, but really isn’t the star. He does, however, get to hack up skeeters with a big chainsaw (complete with a wink to the fans). And, after all, that’s why we watch this sort of film.
It has a few witty moments, a fair number of laughs, a handful of thrills, and (years before that movie with the Crystal Skulls that pretended to be an Indiana Jones film) even a “nuke the fridge” moment you can’t help but see a mile away.
It may not be a classic, minor or otherwise, but you could do a lot worse.