brilliant actors, brilliant editing

The best films of this genre always show a path and provide a takeaway for being a better person.

It’s not bad or unwatchable but despite the amplitude of the spectacle, the end result is underwhelming.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

Within moments I was struck with how terrible the movie looked. With a monster that looks like it was made by the Blue Peter cast, random colour filters that looked appalling and a score that made me turn the volume down it was so bad.Telling the story of a psychic, his subject and a mysterious creature (The very same one used in multiple movies to save money)When you can't take the antagonist seriously and find yourself squinting to work out whats going on you have to question what the creators were playing at.Sure it's not the worst of its ilk, but this is one of those that is so bad.....it's bad and doesn't even have that goofy charm to elevate it above embarassment.The Good: The monster is unintentional comedyThe Bad:Light filters are bafflingly badMonster is laughableMusic cuts through you like a knifeThings I Learnt From This Movie:Science is jazzBatman is a traditional party song

Chasrismatic, but deranged hypnotist Dr. John Basso (a smooth portrayal by Les Tremayne, who's a lot better than this dreck deserves) uses his powers to put his beautiful assistant Doreena (the insanely lovely Pat Delaney) under his wicked spell and resurrect an ancient lethal prehistoric monster (Bryon Lord in a hilariously hokey and unconvincing rubber suit) that goes on the expected killing spree. Man, does this baby possess all the right wrong stuff to qualify as a real four star stinkeroonie: hopelessly all-thumbs (non)direction by legendary schlockmeister Larry Buchanan, a plodding pace, infrequent and poorly staged monster attack scenes, crude, grainy cinematography by Robert C. Jessup (the occasional fades-outs are especially primitive), a meandering and uneventful narrative, a drab, talky script by Tony Huston, mostly insipid acting from a bland cast (Aron Kincaid in particular is an absolute stiff as drippy psychic expert Captain Theodore Dell), a pervasive lethargy that completely destroys all the tension and momentum, and a thoroughly botched limp and unexciting conclusion. Singer Scotty McKay briefly pops up to belt out a couple of swinging surf-rock songs with a groovy band while a bunch of teens energetically dance the frug. Sure, this film is a turkey, but it has a certain singularly inept and inert charm to it which in turn makes this flick weirdly entertaining in a so-awful-it's-awesome sort of way. An absolute tacky hoot.

To all the Larry Buchanan fellow _completists, a salute! I think Larry Buchanan does a better job in CREATURE OF DESTRUCTION than in IN THE YEAR 2889, if these haughty terms of quality should be applied at all to his flicks. CREATURE OF DESTRUCTION proves being a supernatural thriller given as a monster flick; as your aunts probably already informed you, the monster is not scary at all—but, face it, kids, who needs some scares? In short now, CREATURE OF DESTRUCTION is about a parapsychologist who has a very interesting show, he goes on tour with a girl whom he hypnotizes and she predicts awful murders that do not delay taking place. In the end, the plot proves to be too tricky for Buchanan, who lefts unsolved the enigma. The women are moderately pretty; and, changing now the subject, if, while watching, you do not experience that feeling of falseness, of dreadful phoniness provoked by such outings, then you probably are already grievously disturbed.Are any movies worse than this? Yes, almost any soap opera I know.

At the upscale Tanglewood Beach Resort, a honeymooning couple is found viciously murdered in their room. Or more eloquently put by a copper on the case, "...their neck bones were mutilated to a pulp!" Couldn't have anything to do with the arrival of shady stage hypnotist John Basso (Les Tremayne) and his miserable blonde hottie assistant Doreena (Pat Delaney), could it? Nah! One thing's for sure, pot-bellied resort owner and all around greed-monger Sam Crane (Neil Fletcher) could care less as long as he's getting his piece of the pie. Seeing how popular Basso's act has become, he has decided to promote them and potentially make millions on the side. I mean, who really cares if every once in awhile a couple of necking teens get slaughtered as long as the dough's rolling in? Sam's bland daughter Lynn (Suzanne Roy) is conveniently dating studly "air force parapsychologist" (?) Ted (Aron Kincaid) and he seems to know all about things of the other-worldly nature. He also believes the sudden rash of murders and rubber-lizard-monster-with-ping-pong -ball-eyes-and-over-sized-plastic-fangs sightings may somehow involve the newly hired resort entertainment. And he is correct. It all has something to do with Doreena being the reincarnation of some 17th Century British woman and having a "physical link" to a sea monster. Or something. Lt. Blake (Roger Ready) and company are on the case.This 16mm effort from Texas-based schlockmeister Larry Buchanan (a color remake of 1956's THE SHE CREATURE that was sold directly to TV by AIP) opens with a five minute pre-credit sequence that makes no sense whatsoever and doesn't really improve much from there. The film is not only bogged down by ultra-low production values (flat and too-dark cinematography, continuity errors galore, ragged edited, etc.), but is also far too slow-moving and talky to maintain much interest. Not only that, but there's precious little sea monster action in this one, the monster costume is completely laughable and the lame ass monster attack scenes all take place completely off screen. There's nothing really to recommend about this once, except...For two cheesy Beach Party-style musical/dance numbers that came out of nowhere and keep this from scoring an otherwise well-deserved 1. The lead singer is some surfer-looking guy named Scotty McKay, who sings several songs at a beach dance party. The second one is about Batman and pretty cool. The most hilarious moment however is when Scotty sits down on the beach to sing a depressing song about "lonely people" and then suddenly a bunch of smiling teens jump up and start vigorously dancing! Afterward poor Scotty drives off on his motorcycle and gets mauled to death by the creature and we never hear from him again. Sigh. Horror fans should recognize Tremayne from one of his many horror/sci-fi outings (THE MONOLITH MONSTERS, THE SLIME PEOPLE, etc.) and may also know "Ann McAdams"/Annabelle Weenick (the sanitarium doctor from DON'T LOOK IN THE BASEMENT), who has a supporting role as Sam's wife. And of course "Beach Party" viewers will know Mr. Kincaid. Apparently he tried to sue AIP before finishing out his contract so they forced him in to star in this film.