Of course, this soundtrack never entirely matches the actors lips, sometimes not even the action that’s occurring on screen. This tragic loss forced him to add the bizarre Beast-of-Yucca-Flats-esque narration to cover for the missing dialog. In what I consider a bitter-sweet blunder, Nelson destroyed the sound recording equipment while filming around Lake Tahoe. (These small roles almost always resulting in being devoured by the monster…with not a few gratuitous rear-end shots of the ladies as they crawl into the beast’s maw…) In addition to the promise of a share of the box-office returns, the investors were also given bit parts in the film. To finance the film, Nelson convinced investors that the final product was to be a block-buster production.
Granted the, er, story was written by Robert Silliphant (also responsible for The Beach Girls and the Monster and The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-up Zombies), but the interpretation, that is, the crucial step of taking the story and adapting it to one’s on twisted vision, this responsibility (blame?) lies squarely on the shoulders of Arthur Nelson. One has to wonder what was going through the mind of "Creeping Terror" director/producer/editor/star Arthur Nelson on that fateful night when the seeds of this monstrous film germinated in his head.Ĭould it be true that only one man is responsible for this abomination? Should we place the blame fully on Arthur Nelson’s shoulders? We have no choice. It’s not everyday that we come across a film comparable to Manos: The Hands of Fate or Monster A-Go Go in terms of sheer ineptitude and laziness, not to mention that elusive quality that is often referred to as "badness".
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