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When I was a kid I LOOOVED this film!!


I terrorized the shiznits out of me. I still remember the man eating seaweed and how much it scared me.

I just found it again and put it in my Netflix queue for tomorrow...yay!

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My 7 yr. old birthday party was to go to this movie with 5 of my friends. We all hid our eyes and grit our teeth through about 45 minutes of it, but when the man stood up in the lifeboat and got shot in the chest by the flare gun, we all shouted "shiznits!" and ran out of the theater. To this day it was one of the scariest things I've ever saw. And that seaweed ! YIKES !

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Pretty decent cheese if you are up at like 2 in the morning. I liked it. I like the scene where the little boy-king had one of his own crew memebers thrown into that sarlaac looking creature. That was pretty nasty to watch. Wonder if George Lucas got any ideas from that scene.

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I first saw this film on TV, Thanksgiving night when I was about 6 or 7 and I watched it with two cousins....scared the heck right out of us! It may not be the greatest of Hammer's films, but it's long been a fave of mine.

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This is an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink movie. I wish I would have seen it when I was a kid. I would have loved it. I had read about it in Famous Monsters Of Filmland magazine, but it would be about another 30 years until I'd actually see it.

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I saw it on TV near Halloween in the late 70's, Famous Monsters showed a picture of an old "Harryhausen"-ish/King Kong looking adventure film called "Lost Continent" with dinosaurs in it, so I stayed up all night with some friends and couldn't wait to see it. About an hour in and it was all sleazy characters and adult situations, lurid design and creepy 60's music...where were the cute/cool animated dinosaurs? Clearly this was not the same movie (it wasn't, and I've never seen the "other" Lost Continent).

Then the disturbing man-eating weed, the filthy, slimy squid ravaging the beautiful slut...my dad came home from a party all inebriated and said, "Whatcha watchin', son?" sent my buddies home and sat with me for a bit.

We sat in the darkness together and watched twisted religious nuts and a warped boy-king throw a screaming subject into a pit filled with a writhing, rubbery, pocked-marked and fanged vagina-monster, to end in a painful, dark, watery death. The movie cut to a commercial. Dad looked at me shuddering on the couch and said, "Son, think maybe you better go to bed now."

All night I wondered just how much WORSE the movie got from then on. My cousin saw it too and said, "Oh yeah, man, it was twisted--there were these mutated robot-monsters, then everything was on fire..." I was sickened and fascinated, had nightmares for weeks. And now I consider it a fond old classic. Funny how that works.

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I saw it on friday night late night monster movies at about age 13 so I thought it was great campy fun. turns out my wife saw it when she was young and it scared her so were gonna rent it someday .

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I remember seeing this film as a kid and loved the heck out of it also as it creeped me out big time! I wonder what I would think of it now if I saw it!;)

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I was eight when I saw this at the theater. I missed the last ten or so minutes because I was so scared my mother held her hands over my eyes. That tentacled thing inside the ship has been burned in my brain since 1968.

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Totally agree. I'd forgotten about this until it popped up on some random sky channel. Scared the hell out of me as a kid. It's "so bad it's brilliant"

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I echo many of the sentiments here. I was only 6 when I saw this at the Fairchild AFB theater. My best friend was 5, and we went with her older brothers. Little did we know what we were in for.

The atmosphere was absolutely haunting. The opening scene, the burial at sea, of the casket sliding into the ocean was my first clue that this was NOT "The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes." Yes, those danged savage carnivorous seaweed things had me pulling my legs up underneath me. The Vagina Monster chilled me to the bone. By then, my friend and I were in the same seat! But it was the death of the handsome young prince that sent us over the edge. At that tender age, there was no need for a "Suspension of disbelief." What I saw was unnervingly real, and affected me to my core, and the two of us hugged each other in that seat, crying and blubbering, and hiding our eyes (while peaking, of course.) The brothers and their friends took sadistic delight in our terror. My older brother was a cerebral nerd -- he taught me to read, to do math, wrote his own stories, and delighted in my hero-worship. My bff's bros were the kind that little girl nightmares are made of.

The Vagina Monster quickly joined the others under my bed -- The Blob, The Thing, the creature from "The Head that Wouldn't Die," the Birds from "The Birds," and some creepy alien beings that were on the cover of a comic book I saw in the BX once. I thought of that movie often over the years, vividly remembering the terrifying effect it had on me, and realizing I harbored a lot of resentment for my bff's brothers for subjecting us to that, and then gleefully teasing us for our childish reactions.

Then, in 1984, I happened upon it in during a late-night channel surf. OMG! What a difference 16 years made. It was more comical than horrifying, and the Vagina Monster? How could I have not seen what a cheezy "special effect" it was? Granted, film effects technology advanced quite a bit in that time -- I'm thinking "Poltergeist" and the morphing steak here in comparison. Plus, my brain had developed well beyond the "age of reason," and the death of the prince didn't even garner a tear. I was glad to finally know the title of the movie, though. Also, seeing it again gave me closure. No longer did I fear the Vagina Monster under my bed.

I dare say, though, that "Cleavage" should have been listed in the credits as a major supporting character. Even at 6, that really stood out -- I don't think there was much cleavage in my usual fare at that age.

Another memory which accompanies that "coming of age" experience is the box office. My mother gave me coins to purchase a ticket. Admission was ten cents, and the others in our party paid for their tickets with dimes. I was mortified when I looked in my little coin purse and saw no small silver coins, only pennies and a larger silver one. How quaint -- I was too young to even know that 5 pennies and a nickel added up to a dime! No wonder I was scared senseless!


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