Mystery on Monster Island
(1981)
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Mystery on Monster Island
(1981)
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| Terence Stamp | ... |
Taskinar /
Skinner
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| Peter Cushing | ... |
William T. Kolderup
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Ian Sera | ... |
Jeff Morgan
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David Hatton | ... |
Thomas Artelect
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Gasphar Ipua | ... |
Carefinatu
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Blanca Estrada | ... |
Dominique Blanchard
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| Ana Obregón | ... |
Meg Hollaney /
Meg Calderón
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Frank Braña | ... |
Birling
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Paul Naschy | ... |
Flynt
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Gérard Tichy | ... |
Capt. Turkott
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Manuel Pereiro |
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Daniel Martín |
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Luis Barboo |
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Jorge Bosso | ... |
(as George Bosso)
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Ioshio Murakami | ... |
The Chinaman
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A young European boy living in San Francisco is reluctant to marry his long-term girlfriend because he wants to travel around the world first. His wealthy uncle agrees to send him on a global expedition aboard his ship, but en route the boy and his travelling companion are shipwrecked on a remote island, populated by countless prehistoric creatures as well as gold-hunting bandits. Written by Jonathon Dabell <J.D.@pixie.ntu.ac.uk>
"It's the worst movie ever" is an oft-used phrase. "It's a real turkey" has just about lost its punch. How about this for a plug line: "MONSTER ISLAND isn't a movie; it's punishment for a lifetime of horrible deeds."
I taped it for my 6-year-old son and we just got through watching the thing; I had to have a bath afterwards in case any stray remnants of this cheesy, inept, incompetently-directed, over-the-top spectacularly bad acting, ill-conceived design, Jules-Verne-insulting, direct-attack-on-filmmaking pile managed to shoot through the pixels and land on me. The looping was apparently done by performers for whom 'human' is a second language. Truly excellent actors Peter Cushing and Terence Stamp were fortunate because while top-billed, they barely had any screen time at all. I'm still floored by having to witness one of the most baroquely florid and horrendously just plain bad performances in the history of cinema: that of the estimable David Hatton as Professor Artelect. It all makes sense in a way: he must have been the title Monster; his victim the acting profession.
In summation, this is a reprehensibly dreadful z-budget debacle. Suffice it to say my young son found it unbelievably bad and he's about as easy an audience as they come. Don't just avoid this one: work hard to help find a cure for it.