Le monstre qui vient de l'espace

The acting in this film is rotten, the music similarly crass, and the plot so full of holes it's surprising they were able to string a movie together from it. But... It's very funny. Watch this with some mates and you can all have a laugh as the sheer stupidity of it all unfolds in front of you. Why does that nurse run through a glass door? Why does Steve lurk around his friends house, fertilising the garden? Pre-pubescent kids taking a puff? And what's with the head in the waterfall? I'm sure the intention was to make a genuinely scary film, but it's more like an Ed Wood effort. The only thing they managed to do well was the effects.

Well. Apparently in this film there is a "man" who is "melting" and this is "incredible". Whatever. For my money there is only one reason to see this film, and it has nothing to do with snot-faced fellows who eat people's flesh. At one moment in the film the incredibly thin and pasty protagonist Dr. Ted Nelson mentions his mother-in-law, and suddenly this film swings into high. We're shown a wonderful sequence of two incredibly lumpy elderly folks driving. These oddly shaped, lawn gnome-esque folks decided to steal lemons, but they get scared and run (well, totter) back to their automobile only to be eaten by the titular character. God, these two actors are wonderful! Dorothy Love and Edwin Max deserve the accolades of their peers for this brief glimpse into the magical and bewitching talents of actors in their prime, who were given a script that seemed to have been written by a spastic monkey.