When Ed Wood writes a film that he DOESN'T direct, this is what happens - pointless drivel with some nicely shaped "dancing" girls. Even Pat Barringer's talents are wasted on this mid-60's epic of brazen curiosity. Criswell (reading from cue cards from the looks of it) at least has his persona to carry him through a bleak valley of pointless American pseudo-crypto-post Van Goghian one-set silliness. Crazy stuff..but boring.
A 2 out of 10. Best performance = Pat Barringer. The Wolfman and The Mummy stand around like a Greek chorus on Darvon waiting for their big scene. Semi-nudity. Strange music. Something for the Martians to find someday. Not evil, though, just banal and almost...
A 2 out of 10. Best performance = Pat Barringer. The Wolfman and The Mummy stand around like a Greek chorus on Darvon waiting for their big scene. Semi-nudity. Strange music. Something for the Martians to find someday. Not evil, though, just banal and almost...