What could have been a moderately enjoyable comedic horror romp, Stung came out far more stale than I'd have expected.
Giving credit where credit is due, the two main actors and actresses, being Matt O'Leary and Jessica Cook, were cute, and moderately adorable, together. They had some decently awkward exchanges that are always fun (well, not for those participating, anyways), and for the most part, it felt real to me.
About everything else fell flat, though - even before the atrocious shift an hour or so into the movie, plenty of parts felt far more filler than substance. Hell, some parts even felt boring, which isn't quite what I feel this movie was aiming for. Other portions felt generic, and I'm not entirely clear whatsoever on what Lance Henriksen's purpose was, insofar as his character was concerned.
But then you hit the hour mark, and it just gets worse, culminating in the two characters making love in the back of an ambulance when, surprise surprise, hundreds of giant wasps start attacking. And cut to black. So not much of a conclusion, and honestly, pretty underwhelming all-in-all. I also didn't care whatsoever for Clifton Collins Jr.'s character, but the less said about that aspect of the film, the better. I'd take Mosquito (1994) over this any day. 4.5/10 (Rounded down to 4/10 to fit site's format).