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'Island Of Terror'

A search for bones erupts as blob creatures who melt.

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A bag of bones means big problems for a 1966 film market team, which although slotted as a ripe host horror feature film, the film fails to hold back the at time irony of humor. Although meant as a serious work of terror, the film has definite moments that strike the funny bone of watchers at all of the right places at all of the right times. Sadly though, a farmer passes away after the disgusting blob endemic creatures distract the life out of him, and begin to move onto the cows, whose great failure to exhibit the necessary Chic fil a signs also fail to suggest the edible fortune of chickens, earns them the destiny of a flash in the field. The paddy fellow friend farmer mentions, "In the meantime, I don't mention nothing." One man gives another man a heads up on the farm. And at the time, Spinal Tap, the rock band, seems to keep heart and head together better in the wildest moments than most of the investigative team of this film. The nearly most and perhaps only other exciting thing about the film, the didactic of the language used.

"British sci-fi/horror flick starring Peter Cushing, set on a small island which is besieged by "Silicates," bizarre critters with tentacles that kill their victims by sucking their skeletons out. Cushing plays pathologist Brian Stanley." Tytropes
"British sci-fi/horror flick starring Peter Cushing, set on a small island which is besieged by "Silicates," bizarre critters with tentacles that kill their victims by sucking their skeletons out. Cushing plays pathologist Brian Stanley." Tytropes
Planet Film Productions

As the creatures of the blue lagoon here form a blob of nothing else except great confusion, the greater insanity appears to exist forever as each separate blob splits in two and begins a divide as imitative as an embryo devouring each sighted onlooker. The horror film transforms a work of terror from moments of sheer shreaking fear. It is too difficult to fear each blob. For each nothing scenario of this strange British film makes one recall other mysterious film works of frightening art form, whose film names should also likely go unmentioned at times as well. Then there were some of the men cast by the director, from as if another Planet Film Productions. In addition, the rubber foam which formed around prop mates before the acid melting method of victims whom the slow blob forms actually provided with plenty of time to get away remind one of a series of B-rated drive-in movie theatres, which also at times presented the same exact challenge. The fast approaching auto getaway, the only real prowess of movement that seems to break up the humorous monotone of the film plot, some of the activity seems more akin to things that happen at a very interesting local toy store. Rated G.