Take 1987's Predator, subtract about ninety percent of the entertainment value and you'll be somewhere in the right ballpark. After a couple squads of American soldiers go missing in the same neck of woods, a dream team comprised of Delta Force and various military specialists are sent in to figure out just what the hell went wrong. What went wrong is a disturbed Indian burial ground has unleashed a horse-riding skeleton man who is exceptional at murdering. Michael Rooker, Casper Van Dien and a villain named Cotton Mouth Joe make the film watchable but the obvious plotting and endless stupidity destroy any rewatchabiliy.
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