This is a messy horror film with a monster that might be the derivation of the word slimebag. Quite what Professor Kim Hunter thought she was doing when she crossed a human skin graft with something like an octopus embryo one can't possibly imagine, but what she ended up with was something that has red eyes, hides in watermelons and lifts cars off the road and, not surprisingly, throttles people with its tentacles. Her son is understandably concerned by what he finds at his mother's home after she has been killed off by even madder scientist Rod Steiger. `She must have started calling it Anthony,' he mutters, `after her favourite saint.' In Amanda Pays, the film discovers another great English non-acting looker, although with such lines as `I had a theory that it might help bone disintegration in space' and `Let's drink to the memories that don't get made' Amanda probably deserves better than being turned into a relative of the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Still the film is scary at the right moments and boasts a cellar that looks like something out of the Spanish Inquisition.

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