The killer jellyfish movie. We've come to the point where we face creatures more pointless than an average Triffid. This is the '60s equivalent of a modern teenage slasher movie. No, seriously, there are teenagers frolicking about, and most of them die. They don't get killed by the monster itself, but hey, every death counts. Of course, there is some storyline to follow, but you might as well disregard it entirely and choose to look for strange design choices instead. There is a scene where multiple characters sit in a kitchen and talk about something. Not taking note of the idiotic conversation, something feels off about this scene. Well, it would seem that all of the kitchen appliances are about 30% bigger than usual. So the entire room seems as if it was made for much bigger humans, or that the actors are really small. This was the most memorable moment of the movie, I kid you not. There was another scene where a woman was taking a shower without the water flowing. Again, I am definitely not joking. As for the monster itself... it's a human in a diver suit with flippers and a plastic bag over his head. It's painfully obvious as soon as you lay your eyes on the thing. A sad, sad movie that will either make you cringe or laugh hysterically.
