Pay no attention to previous posts. I was expecting nothing from this moving picture and was shocked by the creative trickery of its director, Coleman Francis. The opening is terrific: a woman, toweling off and briefly uncovered, moves from the bathroom into a sparsely furnished bedroom. A stuffed tiger rests at the foot of her bed. Symbolism,anyone. The soundtrack is quiet except for a ticking clock. In a matter of seconds a huge pair of hands strangles the life out of her. Too bad--she showed promise. Nonetheless, an impressive beginning. The subsequent musical cue over the rolling credits rattles the teeth and straightens the spine. The movie maker has some how fashioned a silent horror film, circa 1960, with two, count them, two special effects: a mushroom cloud and a burning briefcase. But there are more problems on the horizon: no dubbing, poor story navigation and a narration that seems to have been piped in from another dimension. Nevertheless, the movie has balls. The "Beast" is properly scary and ominous. The questionable police tactics are a hoot. Why does the fellow in the plane go out of his way to shoot an innocent man? The target of this trigger-happy lawman is a father searching for his lost boys. Maybe, as the negatives pile up, I should rethink my initial positive response. But I keep thinking back to the opening scene and what relation it had to rest of the film. My conclusion: the director must have pirated the footage from some discarded art film. Anyway, this movie might not be for everyone--but I dug it.