The Creeping Terror: Vic Savage

There are many ways to make a bad film. You could hire terrible actors. You could rely on terrible special effects. And you can even get technicians who are completely incompetent to actually make the film. Vic Savage's The Creeping Terror is one of those very special bad films that literally gets everything, and I do mean everything, wrong. The film, which is about two giant rug-monsters that terrorize Angel County, California, is one of the most incompetent, ill-conceived, and horrendous movies that I have ever seen. The monsters are laughably bad. The cinematography is poor and frequently over-exposed. The human victims deserve to be eaten because they all seem to freeze in place when the monsters approach them instead of, y'know, running away. A large sequence involves one of the monsters attacking a local dance party. What follows is a nauseatingly boring exercise in how not to choreograph, film, and edit horror movies. The film was shot without audio and dubbed at the last second by a local news radio reader. The result is a film with overbearing narration that seems to come and go at random. In many scenes, the narration is actually used to recount what should have been dialogue. Every single scene and take in The Creeping Terror has something irrevocably wrong with it. Many bad movies can still be enjoyed in an ironic kind of way. But there is no redeeming, no saving The Creeping Terror. It breaks one of the most sacrosanct rules of great bad movies: no matter how terrible you are, at the very least don't be boring. That's the best way to summarize The Creeping Terror: boring, boring, BORING.

1/10