Following in her blood-strewn wake is a select team of boffins, each with their particular expertise: Madsen is the muscle a shrunken Alfred Molina is the Limey anthropologist Marg Helgenberger is the microbiologist and Forest Whitaker provides ESP talents which seem only to reflect the painfully obvious. This, naturally, involves Miss Henstridge removing her top at frequent intervals to entice healthy LA "meat" to join her for some rumpy, before she finishes them off in gruesome style. Gorgeous ex-model Henstridge is the babe with alien-coded DNA who escapes from her mad scientist creator (Kingsley), looking for the perfect mate with whom to populate the world with her H.R. The result is Species, a very silly sci-fi horror movie which, if not aiming to be a glossy B-movie, certainly ends up that way with a quota of snigger-inducing lines, a cheesy Earth-invasion plot and gloriously dumb entertainment value. Take one part Invasion of the Body Snatchers, one part Alien, one part Basic Instinct, one part of the Michael Crichton back-catalogue, and mix together with liberal helpings of hokum.
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