Curse of the Swamp Creature (1966) (TV)

Director:

Larry Buchanan

Writer:

Tony Huston (screenplay)

Genre:

Horror | Sci-Fi

Plot:

Deep in the rural swamps of Texas the mad Dr. Simond Trent is conducting experiments on the local swamp...

Plot Keywords:

Swamp | Evolution | Mad Scientist | Alligator | Remake

Cast

John Agar	...	Barry Rogers
Francine York	...	Pat Trent
Jeff Alexander	...	Dr. Simond Trent
Shirley McLine	...	Brenda Simmons
Cal Duggan	...	Ritchie
Charles McLine
Bill McGhee		(as Bill McGee)
Ted Mitchell
Roger Ready	...	Frenchie (as Rodger Ready)
Bill Thurman	...	Driscoll West / The Swamp Creature
Tony Huston	...	Tom (as Tony Houston)
Gayle Johnson
Michael Tolden
Annabelle Weenick	...	Hotel clerk
Patrick Cranshaw		(as Pat Crenshaw)

Runtime:

80 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.33 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

USA:Unrated

Filming Locations:

Uncertain, Texas, USA

Company:

Azalea Pictures

Quotes:

Tom: Doctor, I was thinking... just the work that you've done with the crocodiles and taking them back along the evolutionary path and making them into fish would be enough to win you world acclaim.
Dr. Simond Trent: Yes, but acclaim... that's nothing. To create life, to move it up and down the evolutionary path... that's something. Something I don't you quite appreciate, Tom.

Movie Connections:

Featured in "Son of Svengoolie: Curse of the Swamp Creature (1966) (#1.107)" (1981)

Soundtrack:

Music

Unbelievably Bad

CURSE was an education. Prior to seeing this film in the middle of the night, I had never seen a movie so inept, so awful that I could not watch it. As I recall, the only reason I kept watching the thing was the forlorn hope that at some point the movie might redeem itself. Nope. Acting? Everyone pretty much gives the performance level of an initial readthrough at a summer stock company. Location photography? For a desolate swamp, this place is awfully suburban. The Swamp Creature? Hoo boy..... the mask looked like a football with a couple pingpong balls for eyes and a tiny little mouth with a couple of fangs sticking out. How the creature was suppose to breathe and eat, let alone attack anyone is beyond me. John Agar had to be at the nadir of his career when he did this one. If you're an Agar fan, avoid this one. If you do see it and you want to remain an Agar fan, convince yourself it was Agar's doppelganger Arthur Franz who made the flick instead.