Slime-covered corpses litter the streets of Goodland; a dumping ground for toxic waste is soon implicated. Mutant lives comfortably within its slender indie means, using its budget with Lewton-like economy, building suspense with deep shadow and fidgety lighting. But it also incorporates every redneck cliché in the Stereotype Directory, with no attempt to subvert a single one. There are nice touches of humour - when, for instance, a teenager discovers that, yes, there really is something unpleasant lurking under the bed. The hard-drinking sheriff (Hopkins) straightens up and saves the day, though the script shirks the scene where he has to convince the state police that his town is overrun by vampiric zombies oozing toxic liquids.