Horror-thon Movie #10: "Rarely seen satire of/homage to 1950's-era sci-fi/horror movies"
One of the more unexpected surprises of the Horrorthon for me was this charmingly eccentric regional oddity concerning the havoc wreaked on Little Rock by a dead gangster's revived (by a meteorite!) corpse and the spirited college kids who stumble upon his wrath. Undeniably crude and campy, but often very funny and just plain weird, replete with quirky touches (oboe solos on the John Cage-like score), Salute Your Shorts-level comedy (”I think I just wet my pants.”), and endearingly purposeless filmmaking. Mostly a stakeless venture punctuated by hangouts and occasions to drop trou, but, boy, you have not lived until you’ve heard national treasure George Gobel describe meteorites in an extended two-minute monologue to the police. Made me hungry for waffles.
I think my friends and I were the only people in the theater who snickered and chortled from start to finish.