Seven survivors (and a sleepy mule!) of a nuclear disaster hole up in a California home and eventually begin to get on each other's nerves; meanwhile, a mutant monster borne from the radioactive fallout terrorizes the females. Hopefully, all the duck-tailed teenagers who went to see this tacky Roger Corman sci-fi in the theater had dates to neck with during the slow spots! The monster--who's afraid of water--isn't frightening at all...in fact, he's rather sympathetic. The humans are the ones I would want to avoid, including Mike "Touch" Connors as a tough-talking gangster so oily he puts Mario Puzo's Mafiosos to shame. Played to the rafters, but with such barren material it's hard to stay interested. * from ****
Review of Day the World Ended
