There are less than ten kills and pretty much no terror in Terror At Tenkiller. I'm going to sit here and wager that about 95% of this movie is just the main characters talking, swimming, changing in and out of their bathing suits, fishing, boating, eating at the diner and lots of other pad-worthy activities that add up to two separate but very mediocre categories: grinding and boredom. The film focus' way to much on Leslie and her annoying ass boyfriend constantly calling her all the time to say really weird, stalker type shit over the phone, and in between all of that you get a dinner plate full of under cooked noodles, chicken and broccoli. With no white sauce. Jesus. The last ten minutes of Terror At Tenkiller consists of three of the most sluggish, un-imaginative, un-inspired kills that ever existed in a horror flick. My two dogs could direct a better ending to this flick than what was put down on the celluloid of this fecal displacement. Now I remember why I've only watched this movie once-I drink to forget.
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