It's probably best to know in advance that the day is saved at the end of this clunky sci-fi horror effort by a group of feral cats, because the promise of a finalé like that might be the only thing that keeps you watching. That said, a lot of people really enjoy this type of vintage genre cinema, and I can imagine that The Crawling Hand would be a winner for them, because it is quite good fun: a bit…
An understandably forgotten relic from American horror's worst era, this movie would love to be a Re-animator or a Society or a Frankenhooker, but director Damon Santostefano is no Stuart Gordon, Brian Yuzna or Frank Henenlotter. He has, however, scored a couple of quite high-end veteran actors for two of the major roles, and KNB EFX to do the gore and creature work, and pretty much anything good in the movie is down to them.
To be fair, Billy Morrissette…
Extract from HAMLET by William Shakespeare:
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
wilfully seeks her own salvation?
I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
It must be "se offendendo"; it cannot be else. For
here lies the point: if I drown myself…