Review of Monster from Green Hell

A test rocket crashes in the jungles of Africa. Radiation from the rocket causes wasps to mutate into gigantic murderous monsters who ravage the countryside. A team of scientists lead by Dr. Quent Brady (an extremely drippy performance by Jim Davis) are sent to the area to get to the bottom of things. Boy, does this stunningly stinky schlock possess all the expected endearingly awful bad movie vices: we've got clumsy direction by Kenneth Crane, hopelessly fake, plasticky creatures, shoddy back screen projection, gross mismatching with the film stocks (the grainy footage of African wildlife was probably taken from some cheapo documentary), a generic booming'n'bombastic score by Albert Glasser, a tedious surplus of blandly droning narration by Davis, colorless characters, rough, plain cinematography by Ray Flin, lots of talk, an uneventful narrative, and stiff-as-cardboard (non)acting from a noticeably disinterested cast (Barbara Turners cops the top thespic dishonors for her incredibly underwhelming turn as token female Lorna Lorentz). The scenes of the pathetically unconvincing titanic mutant bugs attacking folks are absolutely sidesplitting in their jaw-dropping ineptitude. A real gut-busting unintentional laugh riot.