True schlock classic, so bad it's ridiculous from first frame to last. The eponymous people of the title are gorilla suits covered in rubber scales with fishy faces and coneheads, flushed from the sewers by-- what else?-- radiation, favorite threat of the Cold War. The endlessly convoluted "science" that
explains it all is egregiously fictive, and the costumes cost half the production budget, so you can imagine the rest. Sister Susan Galbraith (Judee Morton) seems to regard the whole disaster as a fun adventure, and her father, Professor Galbraith (Robert Burton), who seems to have had the best grasp of the situation theretofore, apparently suffers a lapse of reason when he permits her to unnecessarily accompany her impetuous boyfriend (William Boyce) on a dangerous supply run with a casual "Take good care of her, son.", but maybe it's because sonny was, as he has stated, a marine, and such a background makes him best qualified to do battle with prehistoric monsters. Susan Hart as Lisa, the remaining Galbraith, was hired on the spot at the casting call, without benefit of an audition, solely for her beauty, and it shows In addition, she was given $35 to buy her own wardrobe with hopes that she would be able to dress herself up to be even more beautiful. I can't imagine anyone finding the wherewithal for romance under the circumstances, but in d grade horror, there's always time, not much, but always enough to stop the action momentarily for a brief, passionate smooch. And there's a classic jazzy horror score that isn't even credited.
The fun never ends.
The fun never ends.