The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Not sure how, but this is easily one of the best movies all summer. Multiple levels of funny, never takes itself seriously, super colorful, and creative.

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

A rocket crashes! A gigantic slug emerges from the wreckage! THE CREEPING TERROR (aka: THE CRAWLING MONSTER) has arrived! As it ssslllowwwlllyyyy bobbles along, the sheriff investigates. We know this because the narrator tells us so. Look out, sheriff! Aaaaaggh!! The military moves in, in some farmer's truck w/ "U.S. ARMY" stenciled on the door. The narrator narrates, and "actors" act as though a movie might be happening. The monster moves on, while hapless extras put themselves in its mouth! Several nonsequiturs follow, leaving the narrator to make sense of it all. The monster, looking like the lead float in the idiot parade, meanders on. Not even a woman in the world's heaviest -obviously lead-lined- bathrobe is safe! Bobby and his portly grandfather are the next to feel the digestive juices of this escaped conglomeration from granny's sewing room! The narrator continues his attempts at making a semi-literate story out of this pig's breakfast. A hootenanny is broken up. The beast drops by unannounced. What the...? There goes the girl in the gold pants! She's cutting a rug, twisting like she's drilling herself into the basement! Along w/ her are several human-sized marionettes being tossed about by unseen hands. The local elderly look on. The monster puts an end to the shindig! Please, leave the girl w/ the gold pants! Grown people allow the occupants of the fecal costume to pull them inside. EEaaaggghh!! The narrating narrator tries to weave it all into some coherent structure. Defied at every turn, he is doomed! The waddling march of terror continues, right up to the non-finale. The flaws in this movie are too numerous to list. The ineptitude level required to launch a hyper-schlock missile like this is beyond comprehension! We can only hope that somewhere, in some better place, the girl in the gold pants dances on... and on. EXTRA POINTS: #1- For the crazy, jazzy, orangutans-loose-in-the-instrument-room, fitting-in-nowhere, musical soundtrack, combined w/ those beeping, buzzing noises for texture! #2- For the narrator. God love him! He tried, dammit! He tried...

Others have said the same thing I'm going to. I've always been fascinated by horror films when even an old granny with a wooden leg could outrun the monster, she just stands there and he pulls her in. Going all the way back to the classic mummy films where the first thing people would do when seeing the cloth wrapped killer is to stop in there tracks. He could only move about one mile per hour. In this one, one of the most ridiculous monsters is able to get people to practically walk into its mouth (I think it's a mouth). Others have mentioned the dance hall scene (need I say more).

People say that "The Giant Claw", "Plan 9 from Outer Space", and similar films represent Grade Z movies and are among the worst ever. Well, those films are great works of cinematic art compared to "The Creeping Terror" which, if it's not the worst movie ever made, is pretty close.The plot--such as it is--involves the landing of an alien spacecraft with two monsters aboard. One of the monsters, which resembles a hairy, lumpy carpet with a kind of head, gets loose and is soon ingesting all the humans it encounters. The military (unsuccessfully) attacks it before finally destroying it with hand grenades, while the local law enforcement and a "concerned scientist" looks on. Not to worry, though--another monster takes its place. The ending poses the question "can earth be saved?", and I was beginning to wonder the same thing by that point.The interesting thing is that the creeping terror monster is so slow and awkward that it shouldn't really be able to catch any humans at all. Anyone who walks normally would be able to escape it, but it consumes everyone at a dance hall, a woman hanging her laundry, and several soldiers. The soldiers all bunch together and charge the monster from the front (it eats people using some kind of mouth) but alas, they're almost all gobbled up. Wow.The movie has no dialogue, only ominous narration throughout. The only really recognizable actor is William Thourlby, who was once a Marlboro Man and later provided Richard Nixon with fashion advice. The movie actually is rather enjoyable if you want to watch something with almost zero production values, no dialogue, and the most preposterous monster ever captured on film. Don't expect anything good, but it's entertaining in a sort of perverse way.

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.