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There was only one possible reason for this movie to be made and that was to see women's rears stuck up into the air as they went down the monster's gullet. Just to keep from being called a pervert, the director tosses the monster some male actors and extras he didn't want to pay. Monster ? It's a living shag rug with several other dirty shag rugs sewn together. At one point, it even snags on a car and the "puppeteers and victims" inside have to hump a car to get freed. In fact, you know its going to be a bad movie because it requires a narrator to explain what's going on as you watch it. Actually, the narration is supposed to cover up a lost soundtrack; any sane director would have called it off at that point. The "attacks" are pretty ridiculous; the thing moves so slow that everyone has well enough time to run, and it makes so much noise there's no way it can sneak up on you. These people want to be eaten so the monster dutifully obliges. This movie may have been made just to show off the rolling hills and scenery of Lake Tahoe where it was filmed. After this movie, you'd think no one would ever go there again.

What really sets this movie apart from other bad films is the makers' utter lack of embarrassment at the disastrous technical execution of the film. It isn't just that the monster is an old carpet, the exterior of the spaceship appears to be a garage door, and the editing is so incongruous it seems almost abstract. These shameless idiots actually lost or destroyed or never made a soundtrack, so they substituted bad narration (complete with weird pseudo-psychological non-sequitor explanations of characters' motivations), random dubbing of snatches of dialogue ("My god! What is it?"), even more random music (startlingly awful music) and under-mixed sound effects. You must see it. It's so bad it commands your attention, but the pacing is so slow it can only really be watched in fast forward.

There are some movies that insult your intelligence, that present you with inane dialogue, bad direction, non-existent plots, and sloppy acting. Some movies contain one or more of these factors...some contain all of them in varying degrees. But in The Creeping Terror, each factor is included and ramped up to a Spinal Tap 11. The Creeping Terror is the worst movie I have ever seen. It takes badness to a level I had previously thought unattainable. Motion pictures of this anti-calibre (Manos: The Hands Of Fate is another example, and even THAT is better than this ultra-turkey) are so mind-bendingly awful they achieve a kind of transcendent brilliance that is impossible to describe in words. It takes real effort to make a movie this bad, folks. Anyway, the 'plot'. Reversed stock footage of an ICBM or Mercury rocket crashlands in Angel County, California, and disgorges a hideous man-eating creature that resembles a squashed fish finger with a camo print bridal train. The pantomime meance crawls with painful slowness about the countryside, killing people by somehow encouraging them to not run away and actually force themselves into its' bottomless gullet. As the alien snacks on the populace, the government tries to keep the threat under wraps, while assigning a scientist who is younger than one might think, an army commander with a troop of six men and a newly-wed deputy sheriff to combat the invasion. Legend has it that most (if not all) of the soundtrack of The Creeping Terror was lost after shooting was completed, and if this is true, then the loss was a truly inspired accident. In the place of 99% of the dialogue, we get *incredibly* earnest narration. Narration that swerves giddily off-topic at any moment, mind you. For instance, in the midst of the non-action, the voiceover guy and the movie stop to deliver a bizarre homily on the virtues of marriage. This is accompanied by a scene where the deputy and his new bride make out like demons in front of the former's pal. Creepy is an apt word, especially with a title like this movie has. Voiceover Guy keeps you amused as the flick staggers through its' short-but-interminable duration, detailing what our heroes are discussing as they mouth the words. Some events that need explanation are not narrated, others that do not are. There's no pattern to the use of voiceiver, any more than there is a pattern to the plot. But it gets worse. Who can go past the thermometer scene, in which a soon-to-be-eaten mother takes her baby's temperature THAT way? Thankfully, the act is implied rather than shown, but one must wonder what the scriptwriter was thinking...or on...when he wrote that part. 50s and 60s monster flicks always have some sort of sexual moral on show, and Terror is no exception. Most of the carpet monster's victims are eaten while they're necking. Or dancing. Yes, the hysterically drawn-out jive dance massacre near the end of the film (which comes complete with irrelevant greaser fistfight) shows us clearly that if you're going to boogie on down to the devil's music in the mid-60s, you should fully expect to be consumed by a panto slug from Venus. There are so many fantastically awful bits in the movie I could mention...the death of Fat Grandpa, the anti-tree rage attack said fat person's grandson has shortly before the slaying, the tootling music that replaces sound for most of the movie's last third, the scenes where the army guys pretend to fire their toy guns at the alien...and the truly demented scene where the deputy sheriff ineffectually beats the control panels of the UFO with his gun...and later a steel pipe... for an uninterrupted two minutes without the slightest success. The concluding narration, where Dr Bradford's hope for the future of Humanity is detailed by the narrator, rivals or beats any of the crazy speeches in the films of Russ Meyer or Ed Wood. Students of fetishism may see some significance in the way the director lingers on shots of female legs sticking out of the alien's mouth. Demented beyond words, this is a Grade AAAA+ ultrabomb that makes Plan From Outer Space look like Dawn Of The Dead. Lovers of bad cinema must see it! There is NO film worse, trust me. Oh, and I must add that the deputy sheriff's wife's exceptional beauty makes me wonder why *this* was the best movie she could manage to get signed on for.

...and that certainly isn't saying much. Interplanetary monster devours people who are too stupid to run away. Like BEACH GIRLS AND THE MONSTER, and unlike PLAN NINE FROM OUTER SPACE, it's too annoying to be entertaining. To add to the sheer stupidity, half of it is narrated, just because some lunkhead lost the sound equipment. Not a total loss, however. The most entertaining aspect of this movie are the negative reviews trashing this movie on IMDb.

Now that's entertainment!

Rating: A redundant 0 out of *****

There's no denying it: this is indeed a terrible, terrible movie. Director / star Vic Savage blunders his way through this hall of infamy turkey in memorable fashion. It moves just as slowly as its title monster, and when I say slowly, I mean that the Mummy could easily overtake this thing. And since the monster - with its oddly suggestive looking mouth - can't do much of anything on its own, its nubile young victims pretty much have to willingly climb inside the thing! It arrives on Earth in a crashed saucer, and the local authorities - including a young, newlywed deputy (Savage himself) - bumble and fumble along while always remaining way behind our lethargic creature. Even at 77 minutes long, the viewer can REALLY feel the padding on this silly, silly production - for example, it's a '60s movie, so there's gotta be some dancing. The music score, mostly consisting of an organ, may well bring tears to the audiences' eyes, it's that bad. The acting? Just as abysmal as one could expect. In any event, it must be said that the stories of the making of "The Creeping Terror" are more interesting than the movie itself! Viewers can hardly fail to notice that most of the soundtrack consists of narration - ridiculous, priceless narration. Stories conflict - either the audio to the movie was lost or it was never properly recorded in the first place - so alternate takes were used. Cast members apparently had to buy their way into the movie, to help fund it! And, supposedly, a better looking monster had been built but stolen, so the filmmakers were forced to improvise something new. That's not to leave out the fact that Savage, by some accounts, was a pretty sleazy character. Admittedly, this may be nothing but garbage if you look at it objectively, but still, if you do have a soft spot in your heart but such cinematic abominations, it does have a certain Bad Movie Charm going for it. It would be impossible not to laugh at it at least some of the time. Five out of 10.

I figured that this movie got a lot of its "10" ratings from the MST3K version, but this is without question, the WORST movie I have ever seen. The voice-over play-by-play while a conversation is going on is hilarious!! The advice on married life (Officer "Third Wheel"), the cowardly boyfriend, and the lack of footspeed or common sense that the victims implore are memorable moments. And of course, the monster itself....an overgrown carpet sample!! Wow. My favorite scene: the bad edit of the couple's momentum after they slam on the brakes. Absolutely atrocious.

Forget Manos, this is without a doubt the worst movie EVER MADE! The incredibly dull monster, bad dubbing, bad acting, annoying narration and lack of narration during parts where you need it, the stupid couples who never learned how to run, the idiot military who cant figure out how to shoot a gun, the unexplained sub plots,no Torgo, EVERYTHING IS WRONG IN THIS MOVIE!! Even watching it on MST3K is nearly impossible, but if you are going to watch it, use Mike and the bots!!

The movie starts with stock footage of a space shuttle lifting playing backwards. A couple and a cop decide to investigate, blah blah blah monster eats people, blah blah blah monster explodes. AVOID THIS FILM BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!

With its awesome ineptitude, 1963's "The Creeping Terror" can lay claim to be among the most beloved bad movies of all time, though producer/director A. J. Nelson (actually star Vic Savage) deserves no credit due to his swift abandonment of the project once funds ran out. The opening credits feature a swirling background shot taken from Steve McQueen's "The Blob," followed by a downed spacecraft yielding two carpet monsters, one escaping to terrorize Simi Valley, the military keeping tabs on its still caged mate (only an exterior is shown, actors crawling under a mockup to view a dimly lit yet fairly ordinary facsimile of screens, dials and buttons). The human interest story with Savage and real life spouse Shannon O'Neil pales compared to the hilarity that ensues with each creature attack, the camera representing the monster's POV as the victims stand their ground and watch its approach. First up are two lovers, the louse of a boyfriend hightailing it to leave his bikini babe as breakfast, continuously screaming as she enters the bobbing and weaving maw of the beast; a housewife bids her husband farewell in the morning before hanging up the wash, gobbled up off screen while her baby cries; a grandson vanishes as chubby granddad babbles in a brook; a group of 12 on a sunny picnic are quick to get swallowed whole, their fearless leader fighting off the invader with his acoustic guitar, which would never sit well with John Lennon; the big dance hall sequence lasting 11 minutes, the creature entering the building after seven endless minutes of juking and jiving (one guy could be mistaken for Jerry Lewis on quaaludes); Lover's Lane sees its occupants worrying less about contraception than survival (this lasts six minutes, only a solitary car driving off); finally, army sharpshooters get too close to their target, going down like dominos with one soldier's feet up in the air waiting for the director to yell 'Cut!' The original monster costume was not stolen (confiscated for lack of payment by the man who built it), nor was the soundtrack lost as it was intended to be post dubbed after shooting wrapped, the damn thing unspooling like a silent movie with its constant organ motifs. The obscene looking carpet creature is kept mostly off camera for the first half, making an already difficult sit a real chore, but once unleashed it's impossible not to laugh, not so much at the beast but its comatose victims, who display little affinity for staying alive by hightailing it out of there. The first female victim is clad in a fetching bikini, the camera ogling her cute little caboose and long slim legs in almost slow motion (this was even before the Beach Party series kicked off), a pattern that would be repeated at the dance hall, from shimmy and shake to quiver and quake, with one unfortunate miss losing her top after being pushed aside by a rough customer. Lover's Lane finds the make out crowd too occupied doing imitations of Siamese twins joined at the mouth to notice a huge invader doing its bit by humping cars! Since director/producer A. J. Nelson alias Vic Savage vanished before filming was completed (May-June 1963), the final product was assembled by actor William Thourlby, playing a major role as Dr. Bradford, who put some of his own money into the production and was determined to earn back his investment (curiously, Nelson retains his editor credit). It's not likely that any theatrical distribution took place before its belated debut in late 1975 (mere months after the demise of its disgraced director at age 41), as part of Gold Key's 20 film Scream Theater television package, among the 16 Crown International cheapies to earn some notoriety for their relative obscurity.

I agree with another viewer, this is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. I must admit I have only seen it once and was with a group of people in a party atmosphere, but we all laughed til it hurt. I would like to know where I can get a copy of this classic.

What can you say about a film that makes Ed Wood's 'Plan 9' look like a horror masterpiece?

I say like the french do: 'Magnifique!'

I get a kick out of this film every time I watch it.

Some of my thrills:

The fact that they lost most of the soundtrack is utterly charming. The narration added is often hilarious, especially the attempt at characterization in the Barney/Brett/Martin domestic situation.

Contains one of the scariest scenes ever filmed....the terrifying rectal thermometer episode with the infant ranks up their with Hitchcock's shower scene from 'Psycho'.

The plodding and obvious 'quilt' that is the 'Creeping Terror'. The spectacle of admiring a woman's legs as she is eaten by (or rather crawls into) the monster was a disturbing self- realization for me.

The movie soundtrack is hilarious. The pastoral theme as 'Bobby' chases a lizard and his morbidly obese grandfather is eaten by the 'terror' is lovely.

And is that one hot dance sequence or what? Overweight lovelies shaking their hulking bottoms to a jazzy 'Hold That Tiger' theme. As grandmother looks on, sipping her beer. Party hearty!

It gets a bit tough going by the end. One wishes some of the dialogue had been kept, but I am nit-picking. This is a thoroughly inept and fun time at the cinema.

I am giving all of my 'bad movie' reviews a six, which equals to a 'ten' for a truly fine film. I do this in hopes of raising a bit of interest in these 'classics'. As bad as 'The Creeping Terror' is, I do so look forward to seeing it again.

I can't say the same thing for so many other truly bad movies.

Two thumbs up, and in both of my hands -- rectal thermometers!!!

Guys, I got to tell you, this movie is tremendous. It is the ultimate sci-fi epic. The ultimate tour-de-force!!

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I agree with all the other comments. If "Manos" The Hands of Fate is the worst film ever made, this is the number one contender. It doesn't have the hilarious cheese of Hobgoblins, Warrior of the Lost World, or Werewolf (or Werewilf). It is as slow moving and poorly done as you can ever imagine.

This colostomy bag of a movie stars no one, and the actors do nothing. The "creature" is the slowest moving, most ridculously designed monster in movie history. the actors have to crawl into the Creeping terror's mouth themselves. Yes, it that bad!! I won't go over the movie again, just see it for yourself, you will not believe it.

You think "Plan Nine" was bad? At least Ed Wood had sync sound, and shot the film with the right exposure. This wacky little gem from 1964 is my vote for the worst film ever. A monster (made up of a moldy carpet flung over crawling kids, who are plainly visible) attacks locals in Nevada. Director Art J. Nelson (Who resembles a spaced out Tarantino, and plays the film's hero.) reportingly lost the dialog track to the film, but replaced missing talk with a narrator for driver safety films. Highlights include the carpet guy attacking a high school dance (Monster makes sure he doesn't wreck tables and chairs) the army is called out in one scene (This "army" consists of five guys in helmets being transported in a pick-up truck!) 80 minutes of mindless fun. It's like watching local third graders doing a production of "Bridge On River Kwai"

I usually get a kick out of watching science fiction movies made forty or more years ago, especially those where the inside of the spaceship is so spacious with an enormously large amount of headroom, the astronauts dressed like factory workers, the equipment on board looking hopelessly cumbersome gawky and ineffectual. The story line was usually lame and the special effects usually extremely amateurish and sometimes laughable. But to some extent or other they are good fun to watch and are funny since no sensible person could possibly take such movies seriously. One just sits back and enjoys the ride. There are exceptions, however. Those include movies which unabashedly demonstrate the lowest possible acumen in ALL departments namely plot, story line, quality of cinematography, editing, sound, special effects, props, acting, revealing mistakes etc. A lot of movies are deficient in all of these but most directors make some sort of attempt to ensure some sort of acceptable standard otherwise, why bother, right? The other night I watched TCT on the Drive-In channel and, as the movie progressed, I was scarcely able to really believe what I was looking at. It was rock bottom in ALL departments. It was almost as though the people involved in this movie did not really want to have anything to do with it but they were somehow or other obliged to persevere, to the detriment of the actors, crew and ultimately the audience. The Swiffer, Shag pile..no sorry I mean err umm Monster (yes, that's the word I was looking for), the absolutely superb acting, the incredibly high quality sound track, the really authentic looking spacecraft (later eagerly emulated by the producers of 2001 - A Space Oddyssey), the crack troop of soldiers with their pop guns and water pistols, the Oscar nominated editing work. All these facets were displayed and undertaken at the lowest possible standard. In fact, the producer of this movie must not simply have scraped the bottom of the barrel, he must have looked underneath it!

Whoever it was that conceived and executed this DUNGHEAP of a movie must be severely smitten with such a level of masochism as to warrant their being incarcerated into a lunatic asylum. When they had finished this movie, and then reviewed the pre-release pilot and agreed to circulate it, what on earth went through their heads? How ANYBODY in their right mind could POSSIBLY have thought that this movie had ANY merit whatsoever is mind boggling. Did anybody at the original review REALLY think "Wow, is this ever a GOOD movie. Can't wait to see how it is received!" No cinema that showed it could have possibly felt happy about doing so (the viewpoint that a movie is good because it is so bad did not have prevalence in those days).

A deserved career suicide for ALL concerned.

Everything rotten you have read about this movie is true. The monster is a couple of cheap shag rugs with felt triangles stapled to it, and a performer underneath to make it move. There is no dialogue, just a narration that tries to make sense of the pictures, but merely makes everyone seem stupid. The print is grainy, although that might be a deliberate choice of the MST3000 crew. There is an attempt to raise some tension by showing some teenagers dancing at a party, intercut with the shag-rug monster moving. This implies, I suppose, that it's coming for them. The technique has not improved since before D.W. Griffith adopted it.

There's a strong tendency for people to rate movies like this 1 on the IMDB, because negative numbers are not available. I prefer to reserve that rating for misfires that are so bizarre that you can't help but watch, like a train wreck. Others will give it a 10 because it makes them feel superior, This is inept and dull.

Other than that you can laugh at how badly done everything is, there is nothing remotely decent let alone good about The Creeping Terror. It is a truly dire movie that while it is unintentionally fun to watch deserves everything bad that has been said about it. Visually, The Creeping Terror is one of the most inept movies there is, the stock footage is clumsily utilised and you question why they were there at all. The editing is some of the worst known to man, making everything slipshod and incoherent, even Space Mutiny's editing wasn't this bad and the editing in that movie is the very meaning of how not to edit a movie. The sets are dull and look like a first timer constructed them, making those in Ed Wood's movies seem award-worthy in comparison. And the creature looks terrible, even worse it has no menace and doesn't even have a personality. There are scenes where the music is the same tune repeated over and over, and sadly it is one of those tunes where it gets irritating very quickly. The dialogue, when there is any, is guaranteed to have you doubled up on the floor, and not because it is legitimately funny but because of how appalling it is, if there was a list of the 20 worst scripts The Creeping Terror would be on there and towards the top. The Creeping Terror makes the extra mistake at being really preachy at the end, which will leave a bad taste in the mouth. The story is equally disastrous, again like the dialogue when there is one it is incredibly contrived. Not to mention dull, so dull in fact it makes Manos seem exciting(and the problems with that were eerily similar to those in this movie). It is a very thin story with lots of filler and no creepy atmosphere or sense of terror whatsoever, if there were scenes that tried those it came across as contrived and predictable instead. The narration is irritating as well, sometimes it just intrudes over everything and other times in some scenes things are so incoherent they're crying out for explanation. The acting is beyond description and in a very bad way, their dialogue and the cardboard archetype excuses the movie has for characters do them no favours though but that doesn't excuse anything at all. All in all, amateurish and just dire, another classic case of the MST3K episode being infinitely better than the movie they're riffing(and they really hit the nail on the head here). 0.5/10, extra half-point only for the good laugh, despite the fact that that good laugh shouldn't have happened in the first place. Bethany Cox

We've heard of movies that are unintentionally hilarious. "The Creeping Terror" is probably the best example. The title refers to a creature that looks like an over-sized rug lurching around eating anyone who gets in its way. Actually, it doesn't really eat them; they sort of crawl into its mouth. The best scene is when it gets some people in a car: it looks like the Creeping Terror is humping the car. If you fear carpets, this is the movie for you! If really want to see this movie, watch the "MST3K" episode where they watch it. Mike, Servo and Crow affirm that the title character looks like a cross between a carpet and a slug, and naturally have more than a few comments about the car humping scene.

According to IMDb trivia, the original monster for The Creeping Terror was stolen days before shooting was to begin, and an alternative (something resembling a giant mouldy omelette or an unwashed duvet) was hastily assembled to take its place; several sources also state that director Vic Savage (hiding behind the pseudonym A.J. Nelson) lost the original soundtrack, which might explain why much of the story is told by a narrator.

Although the lack of soundtrack could have been an intentional cost-saving measure, it doesn't alter the fact that Savage was clearly an all-round incompetent when it came to film-making, his dubious creative decisions easily qualifying this film as one of cinema's all-time worst.

The plot for this mega-turkey sees a ravenous alien creature arriving on Earth to feed on humans. Moving at a snail's pace, the creature wanders the countryside preying on people who are so petrified by it's hideousness that all they can do is stand and scream until the shuffling beast smothers them. Meanwhile, deputy sheriff Martin (played by director Savage, proving that he's every bit as bad at acting as he is at directing) and his wife Brett (Shannon O'Neil) try to track the thing down and destroy it.

After eating several canoodling couples, everyone at a hootenanny, members of a community dance hall, some incredibly dumb soldiers, and an old guy so fat that you would think it might burst, the monster is destroyed, leaving Martin pondering the wonders of the universe, and the viewer trying to figure out why they just wasted part of their life watching such utter garbage.

1/10 (not even the hilarious dance scene could make me give it more).

Yes! It's all true! By any standard of film-making (acting, lighting, sound, direction, writing, pacing, camera-work, sets, characterization, etc.) The Creeping Terror justifiably earns the very lowest score possible. I don't believe that a worse movie could be made, intentionally or otherwise.

So why do I love this film?

There's something undeniably sincere about this movie. The writer/director/leading man Art Nelson must have believed so strongly in the project that he insisted on finishing it even when he accidentally dumped the audio equipment into Lake Tahoe. The actors were REALLY trying to look scared when they were crawling into the creature's mouth. (OK, maybe Grandpa was a bit slack in that department.) The dancers were giving it their all--even that guy that keeps hopping up and down and twisting his forearms in tight little circles. The narrator did his best to dramatize the action. ("...GRENADES!") The soldiers took obligingly took Mr. Nelson's direction and stood motionless in a small group waiting for the creature to devour them. They all must have BELIEVED that they were doing good work. It's a tribute to the (admittedly bizarre) vision of Art Nelson that this movie was made, much less released. What did he see that we can't?

This is a fascinating movie that I have watched dozens of times and will watch many more times. It's not a worthless waste of time. It's true auteur-ship at it's misguided best.

Bad, bad, BAD.

A pile of material lumbers along swallowing people too scared (yeah, right) to run. Notice the boyfriend who takes off and leaves his girl behind screaming? And the thing still needs a few minutes to get her. Men can be cads, but come ON.

The dancing at the party even looked hammy.

The narration was there because no one would have had a clue other wise.

Rumor; Arthur Nelson made this film as a tax dodge. Then ran off on his investors. Hiding from them until his death. I don't know if that's true though.

The triple bill to die for; This, "Beast of Yucca Flats," and "Robot Monster." I'll bring the beer.

Bad movies at their worst.

There's no question that this "creeping bush-like monster from another planet story" is a terrible movie. The only questions are: 1. Is it intentionally funny, or is it this pitiful? 2. By killing so many young, beautiful dark haired women, is director Vic Savage saying he's gay or a nazi? 3. Is it funnier on MST, or on its own? To answer the first two questions, most of us are okay with "cheese", and most of us don't care if a monster looks like a lot of time was spent to make the outfit. The monster itself is imaginative enough to make me think it was a serious endeavor.

The fact that Savage directs this with so much venom and hate, instead of fun, the fact that we ask ourselves the second question, also leads us to conclude that he didn't make this to be funny. He's genuinely sick.

As far as if he's gay or simply worships Hitler, I don't care. There just isn't any reason to care. He has too much hate in him for me to care.

So the only question to answer is the third one. Is it funnier to watch this insane movie on MST or on its own? The trouble with MST is that their comments detract, and don't let you see how good or how horrible a movie is. No offense against MST. In this case, I think 95% of us will agree it's "how horrible this movie is".

So we watch this movie to laugh. Honestly, it is much funnier to watch with friends, and make your own comments, if you can keep from laughing. This movie is hysterical on its own, without comments.

Adding MST commentary to this hysterical movie, a definitive "unintentionally hysterical movie", is like adding Zeppo to Chico, Harpo, and Groucho. If you watch it, you'll see what I mean. Have your own popcorn and soda, watch it with your buddies, and let the one who can hold back his laughter make the comments.