It's been pointed out to me that this film has not been reviewed, and that I, as the last sucker to mention this mess, should do the job.
First, I must point out how apt the title is....after I sat there for two hours watching this on Channel 8 back in '81, I wish someone would'a warned ME. Not that I wouldn't've watched it anyhow, but I probably would've watched it in the company of my usual Dollar Night crew, AND with a more substantial buzz.
I'm sure that Greydon Clark had a good buzz goin' when he directed this. It's everything cheesy film should be, tacky, unententionally funny, creepy in a Woolworth Halloween Department sort of way, with memorable attacks upon the script and the audience's sensibilities by such veteran salivators as Jack (One-Handed) Palance and Martin Landau.
Larry Storch and Keenan Wynn add to the nonsense; one can only wonder what kept John Carradine from doing a cannonball right into this plot.
Oh, yeah, I forgot....plot.
A bigheaded alien dude is wandering around the woods, bumping off people with these living shurikens that he throws at them. The flying appetites hit folks, chomping into their flesh like Lionel Atwill playing opposite George Zucco, slurping up blood and various vital fluids, until the people plotz. Then, he hangs their bodies in a convenient shed in the middle of nowhere, nicely handy for the next redshirt to stumble across.
Palance has a well-deserved death scene, as BubbleHead zetzes him with one shuri-muncher after another. Everyone else just gets one; particularly nasty is the young redshirt dude who's found with one of those things pulsating on his temple.
I saw it on TV, so I dunno if there's any gratuitous nudity-this was made in the late 70's, so probably- butit was diverting.
NOTABLE MENTION- This may have been the inspiration for PREDATOR. If so, a definite improvement.