Revenge of the Creature is a classic old monster movie. The Creature has always been a favorite of mine. He had depth of character for a monster.
The scene where he climbs out of the water and walks into The Lobster House to abduct Miss Helen Dobson, “the pretty young scientist,” says it all. A group of ridiculous looking revelers watch a band play some funky tunes. Their outfits as monotone as a bad 1950s doo-wop group. Even given that it’s a black and white film. They can barely clap along to the bassline and look about as hip as my dead grandmother at a Flo Rida concert.
The Creature’s eyes are buggin’ and you can see how aghast he is at these people’s lack of rhythm. It’s shameful.
They shot him, dragged him out of the Amazon, moved him to Florida, put him in a fish tank and applied electric shock therapy to him. LAME!
The Creature just wants to be left alone. With his date.
You can’t blame the Gill-man for wanting a little revenge. He broke the chains! How dare he! Sounds familiar.
I’m sorry, Gill-man, they do mind if you dance with their dates.
Gill-man stopped and let the girl go in the end. They shot him anyway.
I first saw these movies when I was a yute. With the help of Svengoolie. I remember riding a bike over to a Ben Franklin with the fellas; trying to get hold of some crappy 3-D glasses with which to watch the movie. According to Wikipedia, it was the only 3-D film released in 1955 and the only 3-D sequel to a 3-D film. I know that glasses or not, it looked as 3-D as 2-D movie. Which is to say, not at all 3-D. I still dug it.
Watching it this morning brought all those dashed 3-D hopes and dreams back to me as Svengoolie brought me this movie once again on Chicago’s WCIU. I realize now I should have watched it with the 3-D specs that came with my TV, which I never use. It really would have tied the room together.
On the plus side, if I had done that, I probably wouldn’t have recognized a tremendously young Clint Eastwood in his first role, playing lab geek Jennings. That would have been truly tragic because a corny joke and Clint-as-Jennings sheepishly pulling a white lab rat out of his lab coat pocket made me laugh more than it deserved to. The cat didn’t do it this time, Clint!
The movie ends the same way Creature From the Black Lagoon ends, with the Creature shot and drifting down to the bottom of the water. You know he’ll be back. And really, really pissed off. Nobody likes to get jilted by the love of their watery life. Or electrocuted. Or shot.
The movie looks, acts and talks like a 1950s monster movie. If you are expecting something different, you will not get it. If you like rubber gill-man costumes and water, you just might enjoy it.
You might also enjoy it if you stop whining about everything and let yourself.
- Creature From the Black Lagoon (11/21/12) (andywatchesmovies.com)