
Ah, hindsight. While I realize that I’ve developed a high tolerance to crap movies over the years, I’m now looking back on my decision to rent the made-for-TV atrocity known as “The Legend of Gator Face”, and realize that I should’ve seen the pain this movie would cause me. Then again, I don’t think even the words “Hallmark TV Movie” could’ve prepared me for the gut-wrenchingly bad film that was to come.
Gator Face is about a couple of kids, Danny (John White) and his physically & mentally dense friend Phil (Dan Warry-Smith), that get bored during the summer and decide to play an elaborate prank on the whole town by masquerading as the legendary half-man, half-gator being “Gator Face” that’s been said to run about in the swamps.
They soon find, however, that a real creature exists, and their antics have riled the entire town (and apparently the National Guard, for some odd reason) into destroying the misunderstood reptile. The bratty daughter of the National Guard coordinator, Angel, discovers the secret the two boys are hiding as well and demands to join in the “fun”.
The only thing that really shocked me in the movie was one truly good actor, in a hideously scripted role. Paul Winfield, the third African-American actor to receive an Oscar nomination for Best Actor (and who had done several excellent films and TV series up to this point), was cast as Bob, the eccentric outcast of a junk collector who lived in the swamps. He was actually nominated for a daytime Emmy for the role, because even despite the swamps of suckage that he was mired in at the time, he managed to pull off the lines he was given with more believability than anyone else could have done. However, watching Winfield trying his best to make something decent in that role was like watching the Three Tenors singing YMCA in a late-night karaoke bar. The talent was there, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why it STAYED there.
Gator Face was clearly also written by a bunch of writers who knew nothing of doing “family films”. Two of the three writers (Mruvka & Riley) were best known for their work on the “Erotic Confessions” series, and the third was known for…well, he just wasn’t known. Ever.
To sum up, here’s a top five list of things that bugged the crap out of me while watching this:
1. The “small town in backwater Mississippi”, as they called it, was insulting to southerners in a big way. It was supposedly modern day, but all the female residents wore frilly frocks & aprons while a majority of the men sported straw hats, bow ties, and suspenders straight out of the 1930’s. It was damned weird seeing modern vehicles driving by a town full of people who looked like they were just starting to use those new-fangled horseless carriages. Don’t even get me STARTED on the accents, either. I think the majority of the actors there never got any more “southern” than a drive through meal at KFC.
2. Speaking of stereotyping, not only did they have to make the chubby kid both lazy and dumb to boot, but they also had only one black man in an entire town in modern-day Mississippi – and he lived alone in the swamp, because for some not-quite-clarified reason, they all felt “uncomfortable” around him. The town drunks, crabby ladies, gun freaks and other eccentrics were okay, but the otherwise quiet and reasonable man who’s only oddity was to say that Gator Face was real? Off to the swamps with ya, boy! (Good thing for him they didn’t know he was gay, too.)
3. The fake suit the kids came up with for Gator Face actually looked MORE realistic than the “real” creature they met later. Seriously, the thing was wall-eyed! Would it kill their FX crew (or whoever else was standing nearby) to shove that plastic eyeball forward a bit, instead of veering off to the right? He looked positively stoned! Maybe a little too much Croc-pot?

4. Angels dad is the head of the local National Guard. Danny’s dad is the head of the Sheriff’s department. Neither one of these dads has a clue of what their kids are doing, no matter how obvious. Who would put these morons in charge of investigating ANYTHING? Seriously, the kids were doing skateboard jumps off the backs of live alligators, spray painting buildings and repeatedly wandering about in the swamps on their own, and no one noticed them. No wonder they acted up! And did that fat kid even HAVE parents?
5. The ending. An utterly implausible and sappy ET-ripoff moment, followed by ambiguously religious symbolism, and a conclusion that leaves you wishing you could get those 99 minutes of your life back to use for something less painful and awkward…like a budget pap-smear, or a colonoscopy. Seriously…it was THAT bad.
I couldn’t find a lot of other people who’d mentioned watching this film either…which BEFORE viewing, I thought could mean this was a rare gem that no one had seen yet. After watching it in its entirety though, I have another theory. There were people who started to watch the film, PLANNING to review it…but then lost their will to live, much less to write, about half an hour in.
In conclusion, I don’t recommend this movie for anyone, of ANY age, due to the extreme suck content within. Unless of course, you’re teaching a film class, and wish to show your students a sound lesson of what NOT to do when making a film of their own. Wish me luck picking a less painful feature next time folks! Apparently, I need it.





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