Ah, 1958's black & white classic 'Night Of The Blood Beast'. Or as I like to call it, 'The Film That Even Roger Corman Had Better Things To Do Than Make'.
Johnny - NASA pilot who dies, then comes back to life as broody as a mother hen. It could have something to do with the giant pulsating shrimp gestating in his chest cavity.
Synchronised Shrimp Throbbing in the 1958 Olympics.
Julie - Johnny's fiance, who doesn't seem overly perturbed either by his death or his resurrection.
Donna - NASA photographer and brain donor for Jessica Simpson.
C'mon Julie, do the Mashed Potato!
Steve - Man of action, trapped in a film without any.
Dave - Spare Steve, in case the lack of action gets too much for one man to handle.
Dr Wyman - Requisite professorial type, who gets his face eaten off.
I'm sorry, your fiance is dead. So, you seeing anyone?
Beast - Alien with a parrot-shaped papier mache head that looks like it was stolen from a tropical-themed gay pride parade float.
Polly wanna cracker... NOW!
Beast kills people, people kill Beast, cycle of violence goes on. May be seen as an allegory for Israeli and Palestinian struggles for self-determination and coexistance. But isn't.
Apparently budget cutbacks have reduced NASA to operating out of a remote, half-derelict building, with a truck on loan from The Beverley Hillbillies.
The Special Effects
About on a par with 'Voyage To The Moon'. Which would have been great, if 'Voyage To The Moon' hadn't been made in 1902.
Pain, suffering and humiliation. But on the plus side, only an hour in length. And it did give John Baer the resume-padding he needed to score a role in 1967's 'Bikini Paradise'. Hubba hubba.