I don't have all the words right now but this film is a work of art.

everything you have heard about this movie is true.

Bad Acting and worse Bad Screenplay

It's a good bad... and worth a popcorn matinée. While it's easy to lament what could have been...

A South American town finds horror in their formerly beautiful lake where an American cement plant has helped to destroy the environment and allegedly create a man-eating monster. "One Life to Live's" own Asa Buchanan, the J.R. Ewing of daytime, is the J R. Ewing of the low budget horror movie, showing little empathy to the people of this once quaint fishing village, caring more about profits than people. James Mitchum is the plant manager who comes to believe in the monster legend, and along with American reporter Andrea Harford, tries to solve the mystery before the entire village becomes a midnight snack for this allegedly hideous creature. Anthony Eisley adds sleaze as a womanizing American factory worker. Deliciously bad, this poorly photographed horror/science fiction film is watchable, yet at times you find yourself either rolling your eyes to the point where you are seeing out your ears, or yelling at the screen for its obvious stupidity. Add in horror film veteran John Carradine as a sin obsessed priest, and you've got a candidate for the Golden Raspberry for worst horror film of the past 50 years. In his two scenes, Carey's obnoxious character either makes you want to see more of him (he is delightfully over the top) or see him as one of the creature's most pain-stakingly slow eaten meals. You can see how the North Americans become so hated by the South Americans because practically everything they say is insulting to all Hispanic cultures. There is no hesitation in referring to the Spanish speaking people as all backwards even though it is obvious that they were fine until the Gringos showed up. A subplot concerning the wife of the first victim being called a witch is disturbing. While the ending is left open for a possible sequel (which never happened), the fact is that a sequel might even have been better with the way that the plot was left open. You can also refer to this as probably the most racist (and sexist) horror film ever made.

Monster (1980) is aka Monstroid and aka The Toxic Horror. Whatever title you give it - it's still an awful movie. OK. I'll admit it... I watched maybe the first 15 or 20 minutes then I did my fast-forward and watch a bit, fast-forward again then watch a bit until the end of the film.... yes every thing I saw was just awful.So what part of this film is supposed to be a "true story"? I know, people lie make up bull-poop - that much is true and I guess that is the only "true story" part of the film. OK -- factories putting waste into rivers/streams and messing up the things is true too - but they don't create stupid looking monsters - just dead wildlife mainly. But that is about the only true thing I find in this film besides the fact people get drunk. Basically, factories pumping junk into good waters and messing them up, drunks and liars -- all true. Monsters, such as in this film, are false - NOT a "true story".The ONLY reason I'm giving this film a 1 is for John Carradine (He gets a point)... that's it!! The rest of the film is not even worth crumbling up to throw away.1/10

A Mr Fix-It (Mitchum) is sent to Colombia to rectify publicity issues with a US-run chemical plant that is the source of both environmental contamination speculation and monster superstition after a series of mysterious happenings by the lake. Shortly after arriving, big Jim finds more than he bargained for when the local company secretary is shockingly bisected. Initial speculation is that a shark is responsible, then an elephant-like specimen is touted, but the real culprit has more sinister origins. Sectarian distrust prevails fuelled by allegations of witchery, the widow whose husband mysteriously disappeared years before, being held responsible for summoning a monster from the lake, a folklore that gathers traction when two drunken fishermen disappear. With the aid of the local plant manager (a tired-looking Eisley) and a tenacious TV reporter (Hartford), Mitchum has to try and save the town from the scourge of the lake monster, and salvage the company's reputation in the bargain.Based on a true story (or so it says, twice, in the opening credits), "It Came From the Lake" is a low budget amalgam of the mythical "Loch Ness Monster", and chemical mutation themes, spun with a faithful 50's sci-fi appreciation. The sensational concoction "from the lake" is something of an amphibian of diplodocus proportions, mutated by chemical waste, with metre-long tendrils hanging from the jowls, googly eyes, and the mobility of a sock puppet. A clumsy attempt to show pretty victim Laura Manly (Martin) cleft in twain, is achieved by burying her lower torso in the sand, and having onlookers feign nausea at the ghastly vivisection.Mitchum is dependable, Carey barks expletives down a phone line in an otherwise unconnected two scenes, and Eisley is both protagonist and hero, as he hatches a hair-brained scheme to destroy the nuisance monster. Horror film veteran, Carradine is cast in a frivolous supporting role as a local priest, whose incantations feed hope to the masses while the devil-sent beast plunders their livelihood. It's very honest treatment, no gratuitous sex or violence a cinematic nonsense of childish antics and generally good natured, uncomplicated fun – a definite for the cult collection (there's even a key supporting character called "Sanchez", and yes, he is dirty).

Monster is a mind numbingly awful movie about an evil American concrete factory (are there any else in Hollywood?) polluting the waters of the small Colombian town of Chimayo somehow creating a catfish-like beast with a predilection for lamb and loose women. James Mitchum is Bill Travis the man who is sent down to Chimayo by his foul-mouthed boss Barnes who himself can't keep his hands off of his secretary's rear to get to the bottom (pun intended) of the story. While in Chimayo Bill must contend with an annoying reporter who apparently broadcasts all of her stories in perfect English directly back to America. I guess in the seventies there was a market for news from small South American towns. There is also a radical named Sanchez that wishes to sabotage the factory for polluting the water which, by the way, also supplies the town with jobs for the locals, but why let cold hearted economics get in the way of touchy-feely enviro-marxism. Pete the factory boss is unwittingly aided by the monster when he has sex with his ex-girlfriend on the beach, tells her that he is seeing the mayor's daughter Juanita and it's over between them, then she is promptly eaten that night. A little side action without the evidence. My hat is off to you Sir. John Carradine rounds out the cast as a priest that believes the monster is sent by God to punish sinners. You can see the contempt he has for being in this movie in his face. Might as well filmed him running to the local currency exchange to see if his check didn't bounce.Supposedly based on a true story, so much so they say it twice in the opening credits, this film is awful on all fronts. Filming began in 1971 and was abandoned until eight years later when Kenneth Hartford put his foot on the throat of Monster by adding his two annoying children as new characters, even putting his daughter, Andrea in top billing with Mitchum and Carradine. The sound quality is nonexistent and most of the scenes seem as if someone smeared tar over the camera before filming. This is made even more tedious during the many scenes done at night. The monster itself is laughable as it rears its ugly rubbery head for the anticlimactic ending. James Mitchum along with his brother Chris are proof that nepotism in the acting industry needs to be curtailed. Utterly unwatchable dreck. Shame on you John Carradine.