Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Sorry, this movie sucks

Excellent adaptation.

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 rocket crashes! A gigantic slug emerges from the wreckage! THE CREEPING TERROR (aka: THE CRAWLING MONSTER) has arrived! As it ssslllowwwlllyyyy bobbles along, the sheriff investigates. We know this because the narrator tells us so. Look out, sheriff! Aaaaaggh!! The military moves in, in some farmer's truck w/ "U.S. ARMY" stenciled on the door. The narrator narrates, and "actors" act as though a movie might be happening. The monster moves on, while hapless extras put themselves in its mouth! Several nonsequiturs follow, leaving the narrator to make sense of it all. The monster, looking like the lead float in the idiot parade, meanders on. Not even a woman in the world's heaviest -obviously lead-lined- bathrobe is safe! Bobby and his portly grandfather are the next to feel the digestive juices of this escaped conglomeration from granny's sewing room! The narrator continues his attempts at making a semi-literate story out of this pig's breakfast. A hootenanny is broken up. The beast drops by unannounced. What the...? There goes the girl in the gold pants! She's cutting a rug, twisting like she's drilling herself into the basement! Along w/ her are several human-sized marionettes being tossed about by unseen hands. The local elderly look on. The monster puts an end to the shindig! Please, leave the girl w/ the gold pants! Grown people allow the occupants of the fecal costume to pull them inside. EEaaaggghh!! The narrating narrator tries to weave it all into some coherent structure. Defied at every turn, he is doomed! The waddling march of terror continues, right up to the non-finale. The flaws in this movie are too numerous to list. The ineptitude level required to launch a hyper-schlock missile like this is beyond comprehension! We can only hope that somewhere, in some better place, the girl in the gold pants dances on... and on. EXTRA POINTS: #1- For the crazy, jazzy, orangutans-loose-in-the-instrument-room, fitting-in-nowhere, musical soundtrack, combined w/ those beeping, buzzing noises for texture! #2- For the narrator. God love him! He tried, dammit! He tried...

I am glad I did not waste any money of this piece of garbage. I have seen some pretty poor movies but this one takes the cake. I watched it on late night TV sometime in the 70's or 80's. I will never forget that the sound track kept cutting in and out to the point that I checked my TV to see if there was a problem. I don't think too many people in this so called movie went any further and it is sad that some possibly good careers never got off the ground and it is the fault of this movie. I will not go into the number of goofs since I would be up all night. The most glaring goof was you could see people crawling into the monster to be eaten. Rest In Peace, Mr. Savage.

People say that "The Giant Claw", "Plan 9 from Outer Space", and similar films represent Grade Z movies and are among the worst ever. Well, those films are great works of cinematic art compared to "The Creeping Terror" which, if it's not the worst movie ever made, is pretty close.The plot--such as it is--involves the landing of an alien spacecraft with two monsters aboard. One of the monsters, which resembles a hairy, lumpy carpet with a kind of head, gets loose and is soon ingesting all the humans it encounters. The military (unsuccessfully) attacks it before finally destroying it with hand grenades, while the local law enforcement and a "concerned scientist" looks on. Not to worry, though--another monster takes its place. The ending poses the question "can earth be saved?", and I was beginning to wonder the same thing by that point.The interesting thing is that the creeping terror monster is so slow and awkward that it shouldn't really be able to catch any humans at all. Anyone who walks normally would be able to escape it, but it consumes everyone at a dance hall, a woman hanging her laundry, and several soldiers. The soldiers all bunch together and charge the monster from the front (it eats people using some kind of mouth) but alas, they're almost all gobbled up. Wow.The movie has no dialogue, only ominous narration throughout. The only really recognizable actor is William Thourlby, who was once a Marlboro Man and later provided Richard Nixon with fashion advice. The movie actually is rather enjoyable if you want to watch something with almost zero production values, no dialogue, and the most preposterous monster ever captured on film. Don't expect anything good, but it's entertaining in a sort of perverse way.

The director borrowed about $20,000 to make this movie. During filming in Florida someone stole the monster and the dialog tapes. Thus the narration and cheap monster. The movie was so bad, the investors wanted their money back. But no. The director went into hiding for about 30 years. Hilarious. I especially got a kick at how slow the monster had to move. The victims literally had to wait to be eaten. Some were so impatient that they even crawled on in. Bad luck and low budget had a big influence on this movie. But, that being said, if you are used to less than great movies and like to watch with the volume down. You may enjoy this. I would suggest following it with the naked monster.