Repligator (1996) –
Bret McCormick.

It is not unfeasible
to imagine that a micro-budgeted 90s creature feature, concerning a
fubar'd experiment in teleportation/brain washing, producing the
unexpectedly voluptuous effect of transmuting G.I.s into hyper-sexual
reptoids might yield a lark, or two? Repligator is a brilliantly inane,
triumphantly silly Sci-schlocker, and only the most callow oaf might
refute the innate value of a divinely doofoid B-Flick with Gunnar
Hansen, Brinke Stevens, and a bouncing bevvy of bikini'd babegators
gone berserk! If a competent film-maker had gone through the
replicator, they shall return with all logic and subtle reasoning
excised, their refried cerebrum now terrifyingly engorged to an
elephantine, Ed Woodized lizard brain, capable of little more than
crudely exaggerating the lowest denominators of B-Movie lore, lewdly
fixating upon gratuitous, but not entirely unwelcome shots of
silicone-stuffed breasts! Like some poor, unthinking mackerel, I was
dumbly hooked in by the titillatingly transhumanist cover art, and,
quite frankly, by watching Repligator in its entirety, I frequently
got precisely what I deserved! I do think it's fair to say, should
you be in the wrong frame of mind (sober), Repligator might often
appear asinine, but viewed in the right frame of mind (loaded), the
plentifully exposed chests, retro rayguns, cheapnis sets, and a
weirdly replicated scene with Dr. Goodbody (Brinke Stevens) MAY seem
pretty darn righteous!
