The song in question is Roy Clark’s “Spooky Movies,” which is a bit of an obscurity. The other night, friend-of-the-site Mike Piccoli mentioned his affinity for a song that appeared on one of the Halloween CD’s I put together every fall for friends.
#Movie attack of the giant crab monsters movie#
Imagine! Paul Blaisdell, who designed and built the laughable “Little Party Hat Alien” for Corman’s It Conquered the World, refused to build Corman a crab monster on the cheap!Ĥ) Image a movie about the making of THIS movie. Fiberglass? Paper Mache? Tom Weaver suggests that Corman went to Paul Blaisdell and asked him to fabricate the monster, but Blaisdell didn’t think he could do it for what Corman wanted to pay. Would you have gone swimming? Surfing? Picnic lunch? Would you have gawked at Roger Corman and Company filming this risible drive-in movie?ģ) Try to guess of what material the crab monster is made.
What if Attack of the Crab Monsters was actually The Professor’s origin story? What if he used the GI Bill after this movie’s narrative to go to college… and get the degree that enabled him to teach and become “The Professor?” What if his experiences battling the crab monsters on this beach helped him to fight innumerable problems on the other beach on which he became stranded with Gilligan, the Skipper, and all the rest? What if I am slowly losing my mind?Ģ) Imagine how YOU would have spent that long weekend at Leo Carillo Beach. Russell Johnson appeared in a number of 50’s horror and sci-fi films ( It Came from Outer Space and This Island Earth, to name but two.) before playing the role that would cement him in America’s collective consciousness: The Professor on TV’s Gilligan Island. In the interests of getting some goddamn pleasure out of this thing, I suggest the following steps be taken if you should find yourself in possession of this disc:ġ) View the entire movie as Russell Johnson’s backstory. Maybe it is simply nostalgia for the audio commentaries of days gone by, and I certainly mean no disrespect to the Bruni, but I prefer it when Weaver goes it alone. I was surprised that on this track, Weaver is joined by his frequent research assistants, John and Michael Brunas. I have of late, and wherefore I know not, become addicted to the man’s dulcet tones, no nonsense attitude, and inexhaustible supply of tasty, esoteric production details. I will admit that I bought this disc for the Tom Weaver commentary. The new Blu-ray looks beautiful: sharp, and crisp with deep, rich blacks.
#Movie attack of the giant crab monsters full#
So, full disclosure, my most treasured memories of Attack of the Crab Monsters involved watching it through a patina of static that made it look as if the titular crab monsters had decided to attack during a particularly pernicious hail storm. It was the same channel that used to show Women’s Roller Derby in the '70s. I’ve never seen this movie look so good, though I was used to watching it as a kid on a sketchy UHF station out of Chicago that one needed the fingers of a safecracker to even dial in. The transfer here is impeccable, advertised as a new 2K scan of a fine grain print.
Leo Carillo Beach seems to have been Roger Corman’s Forest Preserve. Parents and teachers didn’t want you to film at home or school we didn’t want to be there anyway because we didn’t want to be around parents and teachers! We budding filmmakers flocked to the Forest Preserve because it was free… and adult free. (8% of the film’s running time.) Why, with the right script, we might NOT HAVE TO SHOW the crab monster at all! This film resembles nothing so much as the “Forest Preserve Movies” my friends and I made in high school. (3% of the film’s running time.) There is a scene where the cast walks around the island for about five minutes. (For those of you doing the math, that’s 7% of the film’s running time.) The film’s opening credits are 2 minutes long. EXAMPLE: About halfway through, we are treated to 4 ½ minutes of mind-numbing skindiving footage that seems to have no bearing on the plot. EXAMPLE: This god-forsaken movie is 63 minutes long we don’t get a good look at the monster until at least halfway in. The above synopsis actually sounds like cheezy fun, but do not underestimate Corman’s ability at this early stage of his career to turn fun into forgettable, aimless melodrama.
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