If I could have given this movie negative stars, I would have. This was accidentally rented after my Mother tried to rent Horns, and mixed her words, and came out with Tusk. We did not catch this until about an hour into the movie, in which the man was mutilated and turned in to nothing but an innocent walrus. Then, the movie had the audacity to end as the man being left in a walrus cage, at a wildlife conservatory, being fed a raw fish, by his love. Not only do the sounds of the human thing still ring in my ears, but I am having a hard time looking at a picture of any walrus, and I fear that I will never be able to look at one again. I am truly mortified that I watched this film and I do not understand how it was made. On the same note, it's going to be fantastic recommending this total psychopathic movie to all of my friends, and waiting to see their reactions. Thank you Kevin Smith for ruining walruses. And any future zoo trips. I'm going to ask you kindly to never create another animal movie while on drugs, especially about giraffes.
