This is definitely a pulpy piece of work, complete with ancient Meso-American cults, paranoid archeologists, evil New Age occultists, and shoggoths swarming out of the Mississippi River. It has a bit of 1970s late night movie vibe that I found oddly likable and is way over the top and about as far from Lovecraft’s vision as possible, though it is certainly not the worst Lovecraft pastiche I’ve read. Though the characters were wooden, the Mythos was used only as an excuse for sex and violence, and the plot was incomprehensible, it was a bit of a guilty pleasure, despite having not much to recommend it. The most interesting aspect for me was the Midwestern setting of the Quad Cities, about the last place you would expect Cthulhoid horrors.