This no-budget monster movie isn't quite as bad as you'd expect considering it comes from a man who is widely considered to be the world's worst director. That isn't to say it's particularly good the acting ranges from amateurish to hammy, the sets wobble, the monster doesn't work (which means its 'victims' have to grab hold of its tentacles and thrash them around a bit), continuity is non-existent, editing looks as if its been spliced using a pair of blunt scissors and a pot of evo-stik, and the story makes no sense at all but it's no worse than many other cheap monster flicks from the same era.
Bela Lugosi, raddled by his addictions and close to death, looks old and ill here, but still manages to give a fairly sprightly performance, while Tor Johnson had the kind of looks that were made for horror films. The male and female leads are bland, however. Strange why Woods gave the sassy female journalist part to Loretta King rather than his girlfriend Dolores Fuller, who has only a small, inconsequential role.
Bela Lugosi, raddled by his addictions and close to death, looks old and ill here, but still manages to give a fairly sprightly performance, while Tor Johnson had the kind of looks that were made for horror films. The male and female leads are bland, however. Strange why Woods gave the sassy female journalist part to Loretta King rather than his girlfriend Dolores Fuller, who has only a small, inconsequential role.