Every time I see one of those icky, revolting creatures, I want to fill its black exoskeleton so full of lead that the vile, acidic blood splatters into a billion drops, incinerating its entire filthy, slimey lair. Nuke them to hell, I say. Nuke them all!

Now that I've seen the second installment, I want to watch the third and fourth ones again. Maybe I'd understand them better now. Vile awfulness has never been this much fun.

BTW, Newt rules. Ditto for Frank Black^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H Bishop. I love 2.5 hour multiple-climax horror movies. Wheee!