This rather bizarre German/USA co-production gives rise to a very mixed cast of wildly varying quality in a typical cheap creature-feature. At times Stung goes for some quite effective body-horror in the style of Carpenter's The Thing, but for the most part it is difficult to gauge whether or not the movie is aiming for intentional genre parody or is simply not very good - for example, the first full attack on the dullest garden party imaginable sees most of the guests flailing about with a range of levels of conviction in a vain attempt to interact with the post-added CGI for five minutes rather than running for cover. In the lead role, Matt O'Leary is worryingly bland for the first act, but improves considerably as the stakes are raised when the giant killer wasps start attacking. By the time it gets to the end, it goes completely mad and bizarre humour takes over, but Stung really is the kind of bargain-basement fodder we have all sat through before.
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