What happens next is a cross between Night of the Living Dead, The Birds and a disaster movie, if you follow me.

This adaptation of the H.G. Wells novel is one of the greats -- and by greats, I mean so unspeakably awful that it needs to be witnessed at least once in a lifetime.

The most memorable aspects of this fast-paced, mediocrely-acted, moderately-exciting endeavor are the 150-pound rats, amusingly portrayed every so often by colossal, fake heads and appendages.

A flagrant disregard for animals' rights—all for the purposes of a schlocky B-movie—gives "The Food of the Gods" a nasty, unclean stench that steals away whatever fun there is to be had.