Combine some amateurish acting, shoddy camera work, lame script, and a really tacky sea monster costume..and this is the result. A spinning newspaper (the 'Hollywood Star Gazette') screams the headline "Surf Beauty Clawed to Death!"..and that's pretty much how the whole monster mystery begins. The one recognizable name, Jon Hall, directed and portrays a scientist, upset that his son, Arnold Lessing, is spending so much time at the beach with that 'wild bunch'. Hall's much younger wife cheats on him, and his son's strange sculptor friend also shares the beach house.
Most of the beach activity consists of pretty girls dancing around with each other and an occasional song (Frank Sinatra Jr. gets a big screen credit as the writer of one of them). In the midst of the mess is one really good surfing segment.. I couldn't believe the same guy filmed this, and sure enough, it was footage produced by Dale Davis (well known for his surfing shots).
Yes, it's bad, but for those who will tolerate bad just for the fun of it, I guess it's worth a look. At least it's honest--you know it's bad before you ever start watching, and thankfully it's black and white...I can't imagine how much worse it would've been in color.
Most of the beach activity consists of pretty girls dancing around with each other and an occasional song (Frank Sinatra Jr. gets a big screen credit as the writer of one of them). In the midst of the mess is one really good surfing segment.. I couldn't believe the same guy filmed this, and sure enough, it was footage produced by Dale Davis (well known for his surfing shots).
Yes, it's bad, but for those who will tolerate bad just for the fun of it, I guess it's worth a look. At least it's honest--you know it's bad before you ever start watching, and thankfully it's black and white...I can't imagine how much worse it would've been in color.