The Monster of Piedras Blancas (1959)

I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

Ok... Let's be honest. It cannot be the best movie but is quite enjoyable. The movie has the potential to develop a great plot for future movies

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

A 7ft tall, prehistoric, amphibious reptile terrorises the folk of a coastal town in its search for red meat, which it now prefers over its old diet of fish thanks to being fed scraps by lonely lighthouse keeper Sturges (John Harmon). After killing several people in its quest for protein (by removing the victims' heads with inexplicable surgical precision), the scaly beast is eventually hunted down by a group of gun-toting locals, but not before it carries off Sturges's daughter Lucy (Jeanne Carmen) in time-honoured movie-monster fashion.An independent horror flick produced by ex-Universal employees Irvin Berwick and Jack Kevan, The Monster of Piedras Blancas was clearly influenced by The Creature From The Black Lagoon (1954), for which Kevan helped create the iconic gill-man costume; Piedras Blancas's monster isn't quite on a par with 'The Creature', however, having been cobbled together using moulds made for earlier films The Mole People and This Island Earth, and the film lacks the excellent production values and great pacing of the Universal classic.But although matters move slowly to start with, threatening to send the viewer to sleep at times, hang on in there 'cos things gradually pick up: Jeanne Carmen provides the film with some 'cheesecake' when she is spied upon by the monster; there's an early example of graphic gore which must've proved quite shocking in the '50s (the monster appears holding a bloody severed head, albeit in black and white); and the final struggle between Lucy's beau Fred (Don Sullivan) and the monster atop the lighthouse is a real hoot. I also found the film's doctor (played by Les Tremayne) to be the source of a few unintentional laughs: he hands out pills like they were candy and likes to get his patients on their feet no matter how serious the injury.

Just a few years after I became conscious, I was watching local television in the early sixties on a black and white Zenith in Jersey one afternoon. I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 years old. There were commercials for Italian bread- the baguettes that came sealed in foil. Cheesy pictures of Europe and people singing with accents- strangely surreal to me in themselves at the time. The sun filled the living room through the windows. Soon, I would be sent off to take the mandatory nap. But then suddenly, in broad daylight, this monster smashes through a wall, (as I remember it) holding a bloody human head in his hand!!!!!!!!!!!! At the time I had no proper curse words to describe what I saw. Now, I can say without hesitation, Holy f'ng sh*t!!!.The only thing I can compare it to from the time was watching the Giant Behemoth turn people to ash, and the Monster That Challenged the World chew through a door to get at mother and child, like Jack Nicholson a couple of decades later. All together, these were and remain, to my astonished eyes, the trinity of blind irrational terror.In a few short years, it would be Horror Hotel that produced the real nightmares, but that image of the Monster of Piedras Blancas, with head in hand, is burned deep into my psyche to this day.

I had never heard of this movie until I met the object of aforesaid Monster at a fan convention here in the bay area a few years ago... she told me about it, perhaps somehow sensing my affinity for rubber-suited monsters. I told her I hadn't seen it, but I'd sure love to, and she said the guy who worked on "Creature from the Black Lagoon" had also done the monster suit for this movie. Now I had to see it, but I didn't really get a chance until last Thursday at the Parkway in Oakland. Strangely enough, the producer of the film's daughter had shown up for the showing (I'd give you her name if I remembered it), which also coupled as a birthday celebration for bay area horror host "Dr. Ghoulfinger". Even stranger, she had shown up not to seize the print or anything vulgar of that nature, but rather to lend her support and enjoy the rare public viewing of her father's film. When asked about her father's career after "Monster from Piedras Blancas", she said he moved into other types of film, to which a vocal part of the audience shouted "PORN!!!"OK, the film itself is a somewhat better than average exploitation horror flick. The monster suit, which allows for a great deal of animation and motion, is a wonder -- it easily blows away everything else in the movie, including the much cheaper gore type effects such as decapitated heads. Of course, depending on your own inclinations, Jeanne Carmen also steals the show with her luscious bod, appearing as a brunette (anyone know what Jeanne Carmen's natural hair color is, anyway?) showing more character than most victims of 50s rubber monsters. Her acting is not great, but adequate for the film's demands. No one else in the cast really stands out, but the effort in general is solid, not slowing down too much like many of its kind do in the middle. The film's makers seem to have known they must show something worth seeing every reel or risk losing the audience. A lot of the stuff in the movie seems pretty goofy, and I doubt that anyone involved took the film too seriously; it almost comes off as a comedy, kind of like but not as much so as some of Corman's movies from the time (most notably "Not of This Earth").All in all, a good show

I insisted on seeing this movie when it came out in the 1950's, I was 7 years old. I got to the theatre late and the movie had already started. As I opened the doors to enter the screening room a strange feeling came over me, could it have been that the room was pitch black and 500 people were screaming at the top of their lungs? Somehow I found my way to a seat trying not to look at the screen. In a few minutes the monster comes waltzing out of some industrial size refridgerator carrying some guys head in his hand.....that was all it took....as the blood rushed to my head I did the 50 yard dash to the doors in world record time and never looked back. Decades later (1990's) I had the chance to watch the movie again on cable. This time my girlfriend was with me so I was able to get through it........