Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Sorry, this movie sucks

Excellent but underrated film

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

Two would-be coffee exporters / human traffickers (Tom Atkins and Howard Hesseman) run into trouble when they discover some unexpected stowaways on their cargo plane. It seems that the hairy arachnids of the title have decided to forfeit their native Ecuador, for the good old USA. Going from bad to worse, the ill-fated flight ends in the obligatory disaster. Once stateside, horror ensues in the small town of Meadowmere, California, when the tarantula passengers fan out on their mission of tiny-fanged destruction. Can crusty doctor Pat Hingle and cranky fire chief Claude Akins combat this horde of creeping doom? Of course, there's a big orange crop that simply must be harvested, or it's greedy owner will have an aneurysm. His blindness to the unfolding tragedy around him is reminiscent of that exhibited by the soul-less mayor in JAWS. As made-for-TV movies go, TARANTULAS: THE DEADLY CARGO isn't bad, though the cheeeze-factor is quite high. Some of the death scenes are sure-fire chuckle-inducers! Of course, several unbelievable / absurd events take place for no discernible reason, including the explosive "motorcycle jump" sequence. Still, it's all a lot of fun to watch! That is, as long as you have a strong hankering for nonsense...

Yet another in the well-worn genre of the man vs nature flick. Here, a couple of ne'er do well smugglers (Hesseman and Atkins) decide to fly several thousand pounds of aged coffee beans out of Ecuador so that they can sell them for a profit in San Francisco. Sadly, the beans are infested with an army of big, furry spiders (which none of the dazed laborers seem to notice as they are shoveling the beans into bags!) When the spiders affect the plane, forcing it to crash into the outskirts of a small California town, the locals find themselves battling for their lives and livelihoods as the spiders kill off anyone who's in the path of their trek to a nearby orange packaging plant. All of the town's officials, including fire chief Akins, mayor Remson, sheriff McPeak and doctor Hingle convene to find out how best to combat them. Leading the way is local airstrip owner Frank who, with his pilot girlfriend Winters, does the most to figure out what is wrong and how best to deal with it. This film follows a tried and true formula, utilized in "It Happened at Lakewood Manor" and many other feature and television films. The plot is sketchy at best and the acting is weak. However, what really makes this one ridiculous is the fact that HUGE spiders seem to crawl around unnoticed (not to mention travel great distances in a short amount of time) and also that virtually every action sequence is handled in the most inept way possible. Rescuers take as long as they can to do anything with the plane and then a speed-freaking buffoon careens into the scene, causing mass chaos. Later, when the people have begun to figure out a way to deal with the little creepers, they go about it in such a needlessly slow and methodical way (while idiotic local extras look on) that it's instantaneously laughable! The tarantulas are definitely creepy for those who dislike that sort of thing, but the presentation here is mostly so banal and ridiculous that it becomes unintentionally funny. A rather staggering assortment of familiar television character actors fills out the cast list, many of who are still finding work today. Frank is cute as a button and approaches his role in this turkey with sincerity, as does Akins. "Trapper John M.D.'s" Seibert turns up as the town rotter, carrying on an affair with McPeak's wife and trying to thwart the extermination effort at the climax. Windust, as McPeak's adulterous wife has one roll down a hill that is screamingly hilarious. Nonetheless, the film tries to be quite serious, even exposing ubiquitous 70's child star Laborteaux to considerable danger. Another young 70's actress North, shows up in a really reprehensibly bad performance as a tarty teenager. The movie is no good, but it remains entertaining on a humorous level. It also features inexplicably jazzy (and ear-splitting) credits music by Mundell Lowe. Stay tuned for the bizarre ending in which the surviving participants' lives are shown carrying on while the closing credits pop up over them.

Man how could I fell into this? Anyways, the movie is as bad as you can get. I don't know if the director tried to make this movie look like a "real" footage or something but it has a feeling of raw that makes the movie effective for some moments.But overall this movie is very bad. It's poorly done, directed, and I won't even get on the f/x. The idea is not that bad and could've been better with more budget but oh well, you can't have everything. The acting is atrocious but it's good for it's B-movie standard. I'd recommend this movie only if it airs only on cable. Don't waste your money on it please. This is an objective review for a movie this bad.

This merely okay 70's made-for-TV killer animal fright feature centers on a horde of lethal poisonous tarantulas who run amok and attack folks in the heretofore sleepy little California hamlet of Finleyville after a cargo plane containing the deadly critters crashlands in a nearby field. It's up to take-charge two-fisted fire chief Claude Akins, diligent doctor Pat Hingle, and cranky mayor Bert Remsen to stop the evil arachnids before things get too out of hand. The story has the potential to deliver a suitably creepy nature-turns-nasty yarn, but alas Stuart Hagmann's pedestrian direction, a by-the-numbers script co-written by "The Candy Snatchers" director Guerdon Trueblood, sluggish pacing, infrequent and blandly staged spider attack scenes (although I have to give the film a couple of points for killing off a little boy), and a silly subplot concerning the town's orange crop doom this one to mediocrity. However, the sturdy cast do their best with the generic material (Tom Atkins and Howard Hesseman are especially engaging as the two cargo plane pilots), both Robert Morrison's crisp photography and Mundell Lowe's funky jazzy score are up to snuff, and the last twenty-five minutes with a bunch of people trapped in a warehouse infested with the dangerous buggers makes for a genuinely gripping and nerve-wracking set piece. All in all, this one sizes up as a strictly passable, but altogether rather blah and unexceptional timewaster.