1313: Giant Killer Bees! (2011)

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1313: Giant Killer Bees!Starring FUCK THIS MOVIE!

Directed by FUCK THIS MOVIE!

It is only because of my dedication to the nature gone amok genre that I even considered watching 1313: Giant Killer Bees! This being a David DeCoteau movie, I knew going in there was going to be more than a healthy dose of homoeroticism. That doesn’t bother me so much as the even healthier doses of insufferable boredom I’ve experienced from some of his more recent offerings. Still, giant killer bees, I knew I had to see it. If only giant killer bees had much of anything to do with the movie I saw.

Am I in the wrong for watching a movie titled Giant Killer Bees! and expecting to see giant killer bees for more than a minute total, if even that much?

Is it wrong of me to be pissed at a filmmaker who ends a movie titled Giant Killer Bees! with a montage of bee-less scenery while a character provides voiceover telling us as to how all these places have been overrun by swarms of killer bees?

Wouldn’t you feel ripped off if you watched a movie titled Giant Killer Bees! in which the real threat turns out to be half-naked pretty boy zombies that bite victims on the neck like vampires and even they hardly ever attack?


The plot is irrelevant because there’s barely any; something to do with scientists that all look like male models out to save the world’s bee population trying to rush their results by injecting a few bees with an extraterrestrial additive. Those few bees grow into computer animation so crude you’d think it was recycled from a decade old pest control TV ad. We only see two or three of these bees the entire film and only one at a time for seconds at a time. You’ll see more yellow bee vision POV than you will actual bees, giant or otherwise.

At about the 20-minute mark any pretenses of this being an actual motion picture go by the wayside. For the next half hour there will be about 120 seconds of plot and the rest of the time will be devoted to buff young men in their underwear either groping themselves, soaping themselves in the shower, or zombie walking in their BVDs. I knew what I was getting into, but still… The young caretaker strips down to his briefs, lies down on his bed, and slowly caresses his half-naked self. I’m not the audience for this, but I have to ask, is even the target audience for such a scene going to want to watch a man rubbing his torso in the least erotic manner possible for TEN STRAIGHT MINUTES?!?


Okay, look, I realize DeCoteau caters to gay men (and women, I suppose if the “A science fiction chiller for girls” tagline is to be believed) with these 1313 movies, but I have a hard time imagining either or not getting bored out their gourd sitting through such lengthy static scenes of dispassionate beefcakes giving themselves rubdowns shot with all the sensuality of an Icy Hot commercial. No sex. No nudity. No physical contact with anyone else or touching below their own waist. There’s a whole internet full of better material than this, straight or gay. You could show me Kelly Brook in a bikini for ten straight minutes on her back rubbing herself in this manner and I’d start fast forwarding in a hurry.

And let’s just be completely honest for a second. For men or women watching this because they’re looking for some spank material, does it really take this long staring at the exact same moving image to do your business?

The only thing noteworthy during any of this is that we’re expected to believe a victim bit while taking a shower somehow in his newly zombified state had enough wherewithal to towel off and put on some underwear.

A half hour later it goes back to trying to be a movie. Not really a killer bee movie, though, since even homemade computer animation such as this must have been asking too much of the non-existent production budget. Not really a zombie movie, either, because characters standing around spouting off scientific mumbo jumbo is much cheaper and faster to film than having to block action and move the camera around.

That’s when it happened. The last straw. The camel’s back. The moment the movie earned every last drop of spite I could ever possibly heave upon it and then some. The moment it earned a million “Fuck This Movie!”’s.

Our hero will begin walking from one location to another in search of something that by this point matters not. No dialogue. No suspense. No titillation. No advancing of the plot. No action of any kind other than a man just walking around. To listen to the score you would think this were the most suspenseful chase scene ever put to film. Nope. Just a dude casually strolling about several locations without even a hint of danger or urgency, and this also goes on for TEN FUCKING MINUTES!




Ten minutes of a character walking around not doing a damned thing. 1313: Giant Killer Bees! is not some pretentious experimental art film – it barely qualifies as a movie at all. Any self-respecting director should be embarrassed to have his or her name associated with such bullshit. This is the work of a scam artist, not a filmmaker.

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  • Masked Slasher

    One minute of killer bees? So you’re saying this is the HOWLING: NEW MOON RISING of bee movies?

  • nazo

    Wow, as far as I can tell, this movie doesn’t even have an imdb page. Are you sure this wasn’t a particularly vivid nightmare?

    • Foywonder

      If this was a particularly vivid nightmare it cost me $3.99 on Amazon Instant Video.

      • nazo

        So it is. Ouch.

      • theGoldenSimatar

        So I guess you won’t watch 1313: Haunted Frat, 1313 Actor Slash Model, 1313 Boy Crazies, or 1313 Cougar Cult.

        I’m just more baffled as to the 1313 bit; dark ages have passed. Or, it’s suppose to be 1,313…the budget of these movies.

  • theGoldenSimatar

    Wow, so this might be the only film more embarrassing than The Swarm

    • Cinemascribe

      The Swarm, though embarrassing, is embarrassing in that “so bad its good” wa y (or, more to the point that “what the fuck were they smoking during the late 70’s” way). Between Henry Fonda and Michael Caine delivering lines as if they think they’re performing Shakespeare and the image of a giant floating bee that keeps popping up over hallucinating patients, there’s a lot of B-movie cheese to love there.

      It seems as if Foy is talking about a literal non-movie. Images technically caught on camera and edited, but in no sense operating as a piece of genuine narrative cinema. I’ve never seen 1313 Giant Killer Bees, but I have had the same experience with a so-called “cult flick”: A friend of mine convinced me to sit through a no budget piece of crap called “Forbidden Zone” a few years back. It was originally shot in black and white (which is the version I saw..I hear it’s since been colorized) and had the distinction of featuring an acting appearance by musician Danny Elfman. Apparently this whatever-the-hell-you-want-to-call-it was` inspired by stage performances of Elfman’s band Oingo Boingo..in fact, if I’m not mistaken, Elfman’s brother directed the thing. It also had the guy who played tattoo on Fantasy Island,you know, Herve’ Villa-I-don’t-give-a crap.

      In my entire life- and I say this as a fan of abstract underground cinema like Eraserhead- I will never, ever, understand how this epic piece of shit acquired the cult following it enjoys. I have met people who are as devoted to this as fans of Rocky Horror are to that film. I guess the drugs they pass around at midnight screenings of Forbidden Zone must be top grade, because what I saw wasn’t a movie. It was the result of talentless hacks (and Danny Elfman) who couldn’t afford color film shooting washed up or non-actors in bad costumes in front of sets that were nothing more than sound stages with painted cardboard arranged on them. I kid you not, if the budget for the film was higher than ten bucks, I’d legitimately be surprised. The film was only marginally coherent, it had no real plot.just some black and white crap shot on video and marketed to suckers who think that the phrase “cult flick” translates into cheesy crap that even undiscriminating eight year olds would find worthless.

      My sympathies, Foy. Fuck this movie indeed.

  • kiddcapone

    So…you’re saying it’s not any good? I hope they at least had the decency to put police tape around any giant killer bee devastation areas…

    • Foywonder

      What bee devastation? There was no bee devastation. There were barely any bees. Besides, this movie couldn’t even afford tape.

  • doubleh55

    Is this safe to assume it’ll be your number one worst DTV film of the year?

    • Foywonder

      As much as I thoroughly despised Blubberella at least for 90% of the movie there was a sense that Uwe Boll was actually trying to make a movie. It may have been an unwatchable movie that failed miserably at every turn but it was still a real movie. I wasn’t exaggerating when I referred to this as the work of a scam artist.