The Beast That Killed Women (1965)

Director:

Barry Mahon

Writer:

Clelle Mahon (writer)

Release Date:

5 August 1965 (USA)

Genre:

Horror

Tagline:

Terror stalks the nudists!

Plot:

A giant gorilla terrorizes a nudist camp. |

Plot Keywords:

Gorilla | Nudist | Nudist Camp | Telephone | Bunk Bed

Cast

Juliet Anderson	...	Undercover policewoman
Janet Banzet
Darlene Bennett
Dolores Carlos
Gigi Darlene
Byron Mabe
Barry Mahon
June Roberts
Sandra Sinclair

Also Known As:

The Beast That Molested Women
The Beast That Ruined Women

Runtime:

60 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White | Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

USA:Unrated

Filming Locations:

Miami Beach, Florida, USA

Trivia:

This movie's title is listed on a theater marquee in the background of a scene in the "Hawaii Five-O" (1968) episode "...And They Painted Daisies on His Coffin" from November 1968. The marquee is evident for some time through the window when Chin Ho questions a man in a seedy pool hall.

Movie Connections:

Edited into Extra Weird (2003) (V)

Surreal Barry Mahon Sex-Horror Gem!

A gorilla kills nudist chicks. This is one of exploi-king Barry Mahon's most intriguing yet insipid pieces, a primitive tour de force. Maybe primal is a better word. Everything is so damn generic, from the paper-thin plot to the flashback wraparound to the familiar stock music to the bare sets to the title beast. Its like a monument of non- moviedom. Bad-acting bare women with bad accents predominate, surely the movie's sole reason for existence. Oddly, the men all have to wear shorts in the nudey camp. The best scenes are speculation scenes between various topless chicks, struggling vainly to act as their boobs flop about. The ape man, who appears for no reason at all, seems to be the same suit as later adorned Dave Hewitt's shamefest "The Mighty Gorga". Life at the nudist camp is weird; there is a faux-Tahitian motif which suggests "Gilligan's Island" somehow, and people do square dances and sit around campfires semi-clad, looking bored to tears. And this piece of crap is conveyed via deceptively pleasant, well-scrubbed color photography; too bad its photographing so little. Some of the Mahon trademarks are intact: refusal to shoot anything remotely resembling a close-up; long, painful, improvised dialogue scenes by illiterates, and lots of nubile foreign cuties. As the film progresses, logic becomes entirely peripheral. The finale will leave you with cramps. No logic whatsoever. Amazing badfilm classic: "At first I thought it was some guy in a monkey suit!"