Pulp old-fashioned Universal produced monster movie that can be fun on a Sunday morning when there is rain outside and nothing to do. Typical for the genre with an uninspired direction from Jack Arnold who has done better films before. Script doesn't ignite and has logical problems. Terrible monster make-up that seems applied on someone for Halloween. Even the director didn't like it.
Le cliché du nanar américain des fifties : la femme crie à la vue du monstre, s'évanouit, ce qui donne au montre l'occasion de la transporter dans ses bras évanouie. Lent, débile, sans intérêt. -------- The cliché of the American monster movie in the fifties: the woman screams at the sight of the monster, vanishes, giving the monster a chance to carry her, fainted, in his arms. Slow, stupid, not interesting.