King Cobra is a poorly conceived and executed little movie about the revenge of a wronged biological guinea pig, absurd even for the slasher trappings of this genre. Experienced effects wizards may have worked on this movie, but the snake they create is so cheap-looking that it can only be seen in flashes, lest the low budget draw even more attention to itself. What is it about serial killers, or the mutated animals that occasionally sub for them, that makes them seek out the nastiest characters in the script for their next meal? After knocking off a pair of randy teens, who never go unpunished in movies like this, the cobra has the good sense to systematically track down every local resident who goes on record denying his existence. By the time he slashes the tires of a police car to prevent two would-be victims from escaping, the whole thing has gotten pretty ridiculous. Like many movies that never get a theatrical release, preferring to gamble for a cheap profit in straight-to-video, King Cobra hopes to be a poor man's version of a recent hit, in this case 1997's Anaconda. But even when the man is this poor, the results should be better, reflecting at least a token nod toward originality.