The Bees (1978)
(In French, On Cable TV, April 2020) My God. I thought that one hilariously incompetent late-1970s disaster movie about bees was enough, but now you’re telling that… there’s a swarm of them? That’s right: In addition to The Swarm, here is The Bees, which is also a film about South African “killer” bees invading the good old U. S. of A. and wreaking havoc. It’s also a film that’s inherently ridiculous and executed in a way that’s even worse than its concept. While some of it is meant to be funny (I mean, how can you not laugh at “That’s adding incest to injury…”?) the rest of it is so hilariously inept that it defies the odds that two similar films would battle it out for the title of queen bee of ridiculousness. If The Swarm was bad, The Bees is worse… but not in the good sense of worse: just increasingly inept. If The Bees looks as if it’s going to avoid the excess of The Swarm, that impression is a reprieve: As the film advances, it becomes increasingly ridiculous. While clearly without the large budgets of The Swarm, this one has a decent-enough budget for shooting and had the good sense to use good stock footage when it’s needed. The special effects are not all bad, but the acting, direction, script and pacing are uniformly terrible. The script, in addition to other issues, is a repetitious chain of very similar scenes: innocent people go about their business, are killed by bees, repeat. Amusingly enough, a President Carter lookalike shows up at some point. And now we know exactly why Reagan was elected: It was the bees’ final, cruellest act.