A top secret underground lab in Alaska has been a research site for an alien microbe which touched down in Siberia sometime in the 1950s. The detonation of a nuclear device on American soil and a survivor with a story that is shadowed in secrecy and intrigue gets the US government involved. Eventually the survivor tells his interrogator what he can. Bad shit immediately followed the successful cloning of the microbe and a team of scientists and army boys are sent in to investigate when communication drops completely. The scientists remain tight-lipped, much to the annoyance of the military team, and when they enter the underground faculty they find it eerily abandoned except for some slime. Predictably, the alien presence infects folks and radiation is the only cure. Contamination is the name of the game and the small group of idiots slowly go to whatever Heaven they believe in. Lorenzo Lamas (introduced tied to a chair, experiencing a less than stellar striptease from his superior’s daughter) is the cocksure weapons and explosives expert. The alien costume is pretty cool but doesn’t show up early enough. Your usual under-budget production features a good amount of chat, iffy digital effects, capable actors and a cheap enemy that stays well within the spending confines of a stretched budget. It’s all just kind of there and doesn’t have any pulse. It ain’t horrible but it also ain’t memorable.
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