Ahhh, the b-horror films of the world... The bad effects, the cheesy story lines, the wonderfully overacted and woefully underacted characters, the screams and the monsters eyes... too bad this one fails by being insultingly banal in the process.
What is generally an average story involving mad scientists, monster generation, a lot of killing, and attractive women is overshadowed by the lead character's voice-over narration, which serves two purposes: to tell the exact story the viewer can figure out on his or her own, and to quip bad wannabe film-noir lines. However, even such lines as, "I am a cop, so my job is to ask questions... and get answers...", most of the movie at least falls under camp value, except that the detective's annoying voice-over is backed by one of the most unbelievable and banal characters ever.
Especially with his relationship with the heroine of the film, the detective shows a notable lack of charisma with everything he does in the film. Answering to whether or not he wants to go get dinner, he says he'd rather have a hamburger. Asked what his first name is, he says Dick forcibly and Freudianly, as if to assert his man-power. And he gets the girl by getting her fired and telling her she has no choice but to marry him, which she gleefully accepts... ridiculously. Even in the context of the 1950s I have a hard time imagining this guy not getting smacked.
Oh and everyone else loves him too, the police captain, the other policemen. Why? Because of his name? Anyways, those are the overtones of a typically bad horror film involving a guy who, after given the death penalty, is accidentally resurrected by a scientist who was searching for a cure for cancer. The science, in this case, is unbelievably bad, wherein we're expected to believe that the multiplication of cells in an organism to one hundred times the amount will result in a human who stops bullets, instead of either a grotesque giant or something so dense it'd collapse in upon itself. Usually that kind of stuff is forgivable by the sheer power of the hilarity of the situation, but this time it's really hard to forgive anything in this film.
Acting is better than most b films but isn't really noteworthy, nothing else really sticks out. It honestly seems like an okay, albeit flawed movie until the last lines leave you with your mouth open in surprise that it could have possibly, possibly ended with those words... But so it goes.
--PolarisDiB
What is generally an average story involving mad scientists, monster generation, a lot of killing, and attractive women is overshadowed by the lead character's voice-over narration, which serves two purposes: to tell the exact story the viewer can figure out on his or her own, and to quip bad wannabe film-noir lines. However, even such lines as, "I am a cop, so my job is to ask questions... and get answers...", most of the movie at least falls under camp value, except that the detective's annoying voice-over is backed by one of the most unbelievable and banal characters ever.
Especially with his relationship with the heroine of the film, the detective shows a notable lack of charisma with everything he does in the film. Answering to whether or not he wants to go get dinner, he says he'd rather have a hamburger. Asked what his first name is, he says Dick forcibly and Freudianly, as if to assert his man-power. And he gets the girl by getting her fired and telling her she has no choice but to marry him, which she gleefully accepts... ridiculously. Even in the context of the 1950s I have a hard time imagining this guy not getting smacked.
Oh and everyone else loves him too, the police captain, the other policemen. Why? Because of his name? Anyways, those are the overtones of a typically bad horror film involving a guy who, after given the death penalty, is accidentally resurrected by a scientist who was searching for a cure for cancer. The science, in this case, is unbelievably bad, wherein we're expected to believe that the multiplication of cells in an organism to one hundred times the amount will result in a human who stops bullets, instead of either a grotesque giant or something so dense it'd collapse in upon itself. Usually that kind of stuff is forgivable by the sheer power of the hilarity of the situation, but this time it's really hard to forgive anything in this film.
Acting is better than most b films but isn't really noteworthy, nothing else really sticks out. It honestly seems like an okay, albeit flawed movie until the last lines leave you with your mouth open in surprise that it could have possibly, possibly ended with those words... But so it goes.
--PolarisDiB