A "National Geographic" film crew is taken hostage by an insane hunter, who takes them along on his quest to capture the world's largest - and deadliest - snake. A film crew headed by anthropologist Steve Cale and director Terri Flores journey through a river to find a mysterious Indian tribe and shoot a documentary on them. They save a guy called Paul Sarone from a sinking boat. He offers to help in their search for the tribe, but he is actually a snake-hunter looking for legendary anaconda snake, and when Cale is bitten by some tropical insect, Sarone takes over the boat. With this kind of film you don't talk about getting involved with the film anymore, or how real it seems. You're just counting corpses and think how many must die in how much time for the film to end in 90 minutes. But I think the snake movement bits were quite well done. I even think that the movie started out with a computer wizz kid making a snake, and that the film was being made around it later. But I think the makers didn't entirely fail in making entertainment. At one point you are beyond the irritation with predictable and ingredient films. Anacondas never grow that large. Ever. Not in a million years. Anacondas do not eat humans, nor spit them out and eat them again. I don't know where anyone got that idea, but it too was stupid.<br/><br/>It was badly done, the animation for the anaconda was terrible, and again, no one can act. So desperate and silly that here and there, it's a lot of fun.
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