Having almost been killed in a car crash, Richard (Arnold Lessing) now likes to spend his free time (ie., all the time) enjoying life with his pals riding the waves and partying on the beach with curvaceous cuties. Personally, I don't blame him, but his father Otto (Jon Hall), a respected oceanologist, reckons his son should be concentrating on his career instead of fraternising with loafers and tramps. Richard's endless days and nights of fun look set to come to an end, however, when a sea monster (approximately the same height as Richard's father) turns up on the beach and attacks the kids.
Meanwhile, Otto's drunken wife Vicky (such a floozy that she even has her own sleazy jazz theme music) is carrying on behind his back with Richard's pal Mark, causing the scientist to get so angry that he crushes his whiskey tumbler with his bare hands (why, that man is as strong as strong as an ox!).
In the '60s, beach party films and monster movies were packing 'em in at the drive-ins, and so it wasn't long before enterprising film makers with limited budgets had the idea to mix the two genres together; after all, could anything be more entertaining (and cheaper to film) than a group of hot girls in teeny bikinis dancing the Watusi to surf music before being attacked by a googly-eyed, sea monster? Well, when your dreadful script also deals clumsily with the generation gap issue, veers into third rate 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' territory midway, and turns into a silly Scooby Doo style mystery for the finale, the answer to that question is a resounding 'YES!'.
Most sane viewers will avoid this film like a mutant South American fantigua fish with the plague, but those intentionally seeking absolute drivel will find that they have hit the mother-lode with this crap-fest: the monster is one of the most shoddy creatures to ever stalk a nubile go-go dancing teen; the film features some of the worst back projection I have ever witnessed (no wonder Richard had an accident: he's all over the road!); and the fun-loving 'kids' (many of whom look like they're in their thirties) are so irritating that you'll be willing the monster on in it's mission to kill.
Most embarrassing moment: the night-time shindig on the beach that features loads of frantic dancing to wild bongo beats, crazy pranksters playing naff practical jokes on their highly amused pals, and a god-awful song that sees Richard's girlfriend Jane (Elaine DuPont) sharing vocal duties with a hand puppet!
Meanwhile, Otto's drunken wife Vicky (such a floozy that she even has her own sleazy jazz theme music) is carrying on behind his back with Richard's pal Mark, causing the scientist to get so angry that he crushes his whiskey tumbler with his bare hands (why, that man is as strong as strong as an ox!).
In the '60s, beach party films and monster movies were packing 'em in at the drive-ins, and so it wasn't long before enterprising film makers with limited budgets had the idea to mix the two genres together; after all, could anything be more entertaining (and cheaper to film) than a group of hot girls in teeny bikinis dancing the Watusi to surf music before being attacked by a googly-eyed, sea monster? Well, when your dreadful script also deals clumsily with the generation gap issue, veers into third rate 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' territory midway, and turns into a silly Scooby Doo style mystery for the finale, the answer to that question is a resounding 'YES!'.
Most sane viewers will avoid this film like a mutant South American fantigua fish with the plague, but those intentionally seeking absolute drivel will find that they have hit the mother-lode with this crap-fest: the monster is one of the most shoddy creatures to ever stalk a nubile go-go dancing teen; the film features some of the worst back projection I have ever witnessed (no wonder Richard had an accident: he's all over the road!); and the fun-loving 'kids' (many of whom look like they're in their thirties) are so irritating that you'll be willing the monster on in it's mission to kill.
Most embarrassing moment: the night-time shindig on the beach that features loads of frantic dancing to wild bongo beats, crazy pranksters playing naff practical jokes on their highly amused pals, and a god-awful song that sees Richard's girlfriend Jane (Elaine DuPont) sharing vocal duties with a hand puppet!