Joe Morrison in Sting of Death (1965)
I think I have already expressed my love for classic B-movies, so often time when I find films carrying similar themes, no matter how horrible the reputation is, I just have to watch it. And probably due to my low to non-existent expectation, I often come out enjoyed them one way or another.
Such as the case here with Sting of Death, a derivative of Creature from the Black Lagoon, but with almost no coherent narrative, hilarious monster (think a person wearing a blown-up green plastic bag on the head.) and scenes after scenes of people grooving to the 60's music. Just all that alone is already giving me a blast, then you add in the mandatory young(ish) lad who must save the female lead (and lose his shirt while doing so), you get a guarantee great time of trashy cinema!
Such as the case here with Sting of Death, a derivative of Creature from the Black Lagoon, but with almost no coherent narrative, hilarious monster (think a person wearing a blown-up green plastic bag on the head.) and scenes after scenes of people grooving to the 60's music. Just all that alone is already giving me a blast, then you add in the mandatory young(ish) lad who must save the female lead (and lose his shirt while doing so), you get a guarantee great time of trashy cinema!
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