It’s the mid-90s a post-Footloose/pre-JFK Kevin Bacon (we’ll forget his starring role as a psycho Outward Bound-esque councilor) is lead with sidekick Fred Ward (older, wiser and WAY post-The Right Stuff or Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins opposite the ultimate has-been role for Kate Mulgrew).
This is a time pre computer graphics for any but the heavies like Disney. Star Wars is still confusingly known to begin with Episode 4, and an upstart indie film maker is going to make an old-skool monster movie: small desert town, wierd monster, low budget effects blended into a delicate pastiche of cinematic cult excellence on par with Evil Dead 2.
Throwing a surprising zest to the mix, celebrities Reba Macintyre (pre The Reba Macintyre Show/post fame as a country/western singer of songs I’ll never know or care about) and the surprisingly available Michael Gross (post opposite the breakout role for Michael J Fox and NOT for Michael Gross) and previously mentioned Kevin Bacon, Fred Ward, the Melody Anderson-esque actress who’ll forever be known as “Rhonda: Rhonda LeBeck” and the famous child actress who – after screaming at monsters in Tremors would go on to scream at dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.
With solid director, formulaic plot and characters in the best homage sense of the word and most respectful of the genre in a polar opposite way that The Blob remake with Kevin Dillon wasn’t, excellence was a foregone conclusion with the same certainty of the failure of the Body Snatchers remake.
Flash forward thru 2 sequels featuring an (apparantly) desperate Fred Ward holding on for Tremors 2 what remained consistent was the seemingly content and “flush with opposite-Michael J Fox-F you money” Michael Gross. Thru sequels clearly disavowed from the possibly dead producer/writer of the original, Gross kept his wits about him and continued to work the hairs-breadth-thin plot device of “my wife left me” to cover over the uncomfortable realities of the vast chasm of a difference between his quirky character married to the perky ginger Reba who were both survivalists in Texas and, instead, became the always-alone and now single Michael Gross character living the lonely and sad survivalist living under ground, reloading ammo and funding a lifestyle with no obvious income beyond the possibility of cooking meth..
Long after a few minutes after filming on the first one ended and Kevin and Reba no longer took calls from Michael Gross, while Fred Ward did, plans were in the works by Gross to get his feet wet producing first an unquestionably aweful made-for-TV “movie” Tremors: Back To Perfection followed by the ponderous Tremors: The Series in which Michael Gross executive produces his way thru a syndicated series that was the epitome of syndicated filler programming of no quality, value or relevance devoid of even the simple television whoreishness of Cleopatra 2525 where everyone knew plots came second to buff women exposing their midriffs nicely framed by low cut tops and short-shorts.
Michael Gross understood none of this when he executive produced Tremors: The Series and failed to contact (hard to imagine she would have turned the role down) of the surprisingly compelling and refreshing “Rhonda: Rhonda Labeck.” Devoid of midriffs to gawk at or the dark societal commentary of the more short-lived Robocop: The Series, both available on DVD along with the ultimate slur to classic literature: War of the Worlds: The Series.
What you come away with from watching Tremors: The Series is the urge and need to do something else so that the finite time of your life spent watching wasn’t totally and utterly wasted. On something that is, inherently and fundamentally a total and utter waste of time for viewers and local independent stations who bought the broadcast rights.


