Story: Big-ass crocodile. Betty White. The sleepy lake town they both reside in doesn’t stand a chance.

Scares: Gory stuff, but aside from a few Gotcha moments it’s just a wonderful 50s-like monster mash. In glorious, bloody color.

Splat Factor: Big-ass crock. You do the math. Oh, and Stan Winston’s crew does the FX. Woot!

Closing Scene “Shocker”?: Yes, but here it’s all in good fun.

Remake, Sequel or OG (Original Ghoul)?:  Three sequels, but this first film is the only one that actually saw a multiplex.

Trick or Treat?: After House, I felt like a little Steve Miner crocodile action, to see if after all the Betty White overexposure the film still stood up. It does. Like caramel apples, you think you may have grown out of ’em. But good is good.

And the gator ain’t the only one chewing up the scenery. Bridget Fonda is absolute fun as NYC palentologist that absolutely fucking hates anything having to do with chlorophyll. In fact, the whole cast has great chemistry and they play with/against each other beautifully. THAT’S how you cast a movie, y’all.

A hilarious but effective screenplay by David Kelley (Ally McBeal, Boston Legal) doesn’t hurt. Lines like “the longer you stay alive, the longer you get to have sex with your sister!” – delivered by Oliver Platt’s cuckoo mythologist – is one of the many reasons I love Kelley.

Okay, I now officially like comedy/horror just as much as horror-horror. Now I’m off to make s’more bars & give this a re-watch.

Score: out of 5 pumpkins.