Sting of Death (1965)

Wow, this film is all kinds of bad. It's about a swingin' group of kids who are attacked by a jellyfish monster. And I'll tell you what, it's the kind of film where the incompetence level goes beyond amusing and into pity. It's one thing to fail, but to do it so thoroughly is kind of depressing. However, two things stand out as beacons of alternative entertainment amidst the river of crud. First off, there's the monster. Oh my fucking God. This is quite possibly the funniest, silliest, most cheapjack monster ever (and that includes the crawling throw rug from The Creping Terror). Basically it's a guy in a wetsuit and flippers, which has been covered in stringy little wires so as to approximate tentacles or seaweed or god knows what. The best part, though, is the head... to best capture the bell of the jellyfish, the producers talked a guy into walking around with a freakin' inflated plastic garbage bag on top of his dome. It's so funny it could induce seizures. The second thing is a song from special singing guest star Neil Sedaka. (You read that right.) This, I cannot describe. It is simply beyond compare. You must find a way to hear it for yourself (preferably without seeing the film). Jilla-jalla, baby.

Grade: D