Either you want to see a big fat alligator animatronic terrorize Chicago and Robert Forster for an hour and 30 blessed minutes, or you hate fun. Low-budget but certainly not low-energy, the Jaws-ploitation riff finds much to sink its teeth into, from pseudoscience malpractice to the ruining of a wedding by the titular crocodilian. (Before you try to call me on using this term, alligators belong to the order Crocodilia under the family Alligatoridae, therefore they are considered crocodilians.) You’ll laugh; you’ll groan; you’ll get gator fever; and all for the price of a ticket to AFS’s Fright Night screening series. – James Scott
