Man-Thing just can't win -- he's been exiled in comic hell basically since 1980 and now, 25 years later, the monster that everyone forgets to love has made it into a straight-to-cable flick where the best moments are cut to conform to TV standards. This hard R-rated flick isn't necessarily good, but neither is it the monstrosity that it could've been. In fact, what other Marvel Comics film starts with bloody boobs just five minutes into it? Yes, folks, Brett Leonard's Man-Thing is that kind of film! Starring an uncharming, ugly beefcake with a bad haircut (Matthew Le Nevez) in the lead role, the movie gets four stars for worst casting in a low-budget flick, but high marks for the bright and charmingly fake-looking sets and lighting design. The swamp itself is a colorful playground that was obviously modeled after the character's old four-color newsprint world and it's one of the best things about the film. In bootleg Jaws fashion, the monster isn't revealed until late in the game, though once he shows up, you end up getting a whole lot of him and his CG tentacles. The story of Man-Thing has also been tinkered with, but you can forgive it, since it's a surprise that the character even made it to the small screen to begin with. Worth it for the numerous gore moments and the coroner that just so happens to be the worst fake smoker in cinema history, Man-Thing is pure B-movie junk that goes down easy and manages to leave a smile on your face, just as long as you know what to expect going in.