Monkey Shines will regrettably always be remembered. The film isn't by any means horrible or bad, but the lack of any visual direction disturbs me. Hell, if it weren't for the horrific poster artwork of the toy monkey with cymbals/razor, this film wouldn't bother my natural existence anymore than The Kindred (which parallels Monkey Shines with overly exceptional poster artwork. The same expectations were soiled with the recent release of Max Payne; a film that couldn't have been THAT bad, but ended up being the stuff of nightmares.
Monkey Shines is a certain kind of film that wishes to be both terrifying and stature sadistic as Cronenberg's The Brood. It takes a special kind of "dreamer" film to fail at any substance and only prevail as a generic tale of terror that isn't as scary as it looks. The obsessive villain of Ella is as intimidating as the average woman - which isn't intimidating at all. Lackluster opening linked directly to an inconsiderate ending. Monkey Shines would love to bridge a connection between man and beast, but fails in the birthing process.
As for unadulterated terror goes, Monkey Shines has a negative amount of those. With embarrassing infra-red monkey vision, you'd wish you had watched another film prime for replay. Whether the "tortured" quadriplegic main character wishes to be Corky from Magic or the entire lack-of-style wishes to "borrow" from The Brood, Monkey Shines doesn't shine in any aspect. Not necessarily a bad film, but nothing eye-opening about it other than the press material including the amazing poster. A species war could have been filmed so much better.