Spaceman gets infected with alien virus that kills him. Post-mortem, alien moths hatch from his body and fly into a suburban Houston neighborhood, where they make a pit stop onto the hand of a wussy husband during a cookout. This guy (Frank Hansen) gets enough grief from his bitchy wife Sheila and her sister (forgot her name), that being infected with the moth virus is probably a blessing in disguise. He turns into some sort of insectoid (though he maintains his human form except for some insect pincers that come out of his chest when it's convenient), kills his sister-in-law and, after about 45 minutes of panic in the streets of Houston, kills his wife too. Meanwhile, Nicholas Lea and Jamie Luner are an astronaut and entomologist, respectively, trying to figure out just what is the deal with the space moths. When they're not preparing for the end of the world, they are shamelessly acting like fifth-graders who pretend to hate each other even though it's painfully obvious they want to bang each other. Some X-Files, Homeland Defense-type guy named Quidd mysteriously appears halfway through the movie, lectures Lea and Luner about how badly they screwed everything up and sheds some insight into the situation. The movie does kind of leave you wanting more. The plot, even for a horror movie, is just a little too far-fetched. It starts off as a "insects-run-amok" movie and the plot just gets sillier and sillier as it goes along. As bad as this movie sounds, though, it has some sort of appeal on a very base level; I have to admit I watched the movie through the end. And Jamie Luner is still pretty hot. I give it a 4.
