Nicknaming Stern's character «Spider» for no real reason but to, eight years after its release and just now finding its way to DVD, connect it in a disturbing way to David Cronenberg's thirteenth film by way of arrested
Freudian developmental phases and fixations on body function, Bushwhacked, as it happens, is also about as funny as Spider — not a particularly shining endorsement of something that's ostensibly a comedy.