Dead Ant (2017)

Dead Ant is the kind of horror-comedy that wins you over by committing, completely and joyfully, to being a loud, sticky-floored midnight movie with a grin on its face. It drops a washed-up glam-metal band into the desert and lets the absurdity bloom into creature-feature chaos, balancing gross-out scares with a steady stream of self-aware jokes and rock-and-roll attitude. The vibe is shamelessly campy and proudly ridiculous, the kind of film that knows exactly what it is and plays like a loving spoof of B-movie mayhem rather than a sermon about realism. If you want prestige horror, look elsewhere—but if you’re in the mood for something fun, dumb in the best way, and eager to entertain, this one earns its encore.

Dead Ant is clearly aiming for a goofy, midnight-movie mashup of glam-metal nostalgia, stoner comedy, and creature-feature chaos, and you can feel the filmmakers’ affection for that B-movie spirit. The problem is the execution: the effects look bargain-bin, the pacing and plot feel thrown together, and a lot of the jokes land with a thud, which makes the whole thing drag when it should be ripping along. If you’re hoping for sharp comedy, legit scares, or even a cleverly crafted throwback, this will likely feel like a cheap sketch stretched to feature length. But if you’re the kind of viewer who enjoys intentionally tacky monster movies and can laugh at the sheer silliness of it all, there’s a bit of scrappy charm to be found.