Why are there no porn plots where a busty lady has a rodent problem and calls an exterminator to clean up, and then when he's done and showing her a giant rat he killed, she pays him in sexual favors? If any aspiring directors out there are into this, you gotta get someone who gives 110% every second on screen like Brad Dourif does in 1990's Stephen King adaption GRAVEYARD SHIFT. These are our terms. In any case, it must suck to share screentime with a juggernaut like Dourif when you can barely remember your lines or what it sounds like when humans talk, and you can get a taste of that by watching everyone else in this film, as they are picked off by a gigantic rat/bat monster in delightfully gruesome ways. The Maine accents are pretty confusing, but there's still some meat left on the bone here, so clock in for your shift with Horror Movie Night!