Hellen I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Sexyloutak Absolutely the worst movie.

Pacionsbo Absolutely Fantastic

Dana An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

soulexpress When John Carradine is in a film, it's either going to be very good or very bad. With a title like MONSTROID "It Came From the Lake," you can well imagine which side of the equation this thing falls on.During its first four minutes, the film tells us twice that it is based on actual events. If that's true, then in June 1971, the Colombian village of Chimayo was terrorized by a huge, ridiculous- looking lake monster ostensibly created by industrial pollution from a nearby cement plant. Since the film's heroes kill the monster in broad daylight—by blowing it to bits using a dead lamb they filled with dynamite—as numerous people watch (and take pictures) from the shore, and with a TV news crew filming every moment, it's odd that no record of these "real-life events" exists anywhere. I suspect "Monstroid" was fact-based in the same way that "Fargo" was."Monstroid" contains many classic elements of grindhouse fare: bad acting, tons of padding (mostly in the form of helicopter footage), macho one-dimensional heroes, female characters who are little more than eye candy, racist stereotypes (in this case, of the Colombian people as ignorant, gullible peasants), numerous screenwriters credited, and the overall look of a home movie shot in someone's back yard.During filming, John Carradine told a crew member, "This is the worst piece of s**t I've ever worked on, and I've worked on a lot of pieces of s**t." I can attest to the second part.

Hitchcoc Bob Mitchum's kid (who looks just like the old man) and horror star John Carradine lead a group of the worst actors in this mess. It's about a concrete company that has set up shop somewhere in Columbia. There are several stupid subplots, but the principle one is that in a local lake, people are being eaten by a serpent of some kind. I'm not going to waste much time but to say that there is virtually no relationship among the characters. There is a conflict with a reporter who wants to get the story out, and concrete guy, Mitchum, who wants to stop her, but doesn't try very hard. For some reason, there is some poor unbalanced woman who is suspected of being a witch and the villagers throw rocks at her. Stupid people get eaten by the monster who is finally observed by a couple teenagers. Oh well, there's an hour and a half I'll never see again.

Woodyanders Industrial pollution from a cement plant awakens a vicious predatory prehistoric monster that proceeds to terrorize a small Columbian village. Man, does this lousy bilge strike out something fierce in practically every possible way: hopelessly all-thumbs (non)direction by Kenneth Hartford and Herbert L. Strock (who both also co-wrote the horrendously dull, talky, and uneventful script), a painfully plodding pace, infrequent and flatly staged monster attack set pieces, zero tension or momentum, mild gore, bland and murky cinematography, a laughably hokey and unconvincing googly-eyed rubbery beast with a silly Fu Mancho mustache (!), a generic hum'm'shiver score, a limp and markedly less-than-thrilling climax in which the creature blows up real good after eating a lamp stuffed with dynamite, and, worst of all, a simply pathetic "it ain't over yet!" sequel set-up ending. The slumming cast strictly go through the motions: James Mitchum projects all the charisma of a loaf of stale moldy bread as macho no-nonsense troubleshooter Travis, Anthony Eisley likewise contributes a seriously underwhelming performance as the drippy Pete, John Carradine scowls a lot and mostly just stands around as a stern priest, and Aldo Sambrell is wasted in a minor nothing part as a local police officer. Hartford's real-life son Glen and daughter Andrea are both supremely annoying as a couple of irritating teenagers. Only Philip Carey as a foul-mouthed CEO brings some much-needed fire-breathing life to this otherwise dreary wash-out. A total stinker.

Chase_Witherspoon A Mr Fix-It (Mitchum) is sent to Colombia to rectify publicity issues with a US-run chemical plant that is the source of both environmental contamination speculation and monster superstition after a series of mysterious happenings by the lake. Shortly after arriving, big Jim finds more than he bargained for when the local company secretary is shockingly bisected. Initial speculation is that a shark is responsible, then an elephant-like specimen is touted, but the real culprit has more sinister origins. Sectarian distrust prevails fuelled by allegations of witchery, the widow whose husband mysteriously disappeared years before, being held responsible for summoning a monster from the lake, a folklore that gathers traction when two drunken fishermen disappear. With the aid of the local plant manager (a tired-looking Eisley) and a tenacious TV reporter (Hartford), Mitchum has to try and save the town from the scourge of the lake monster, and salvage the company's reputation in the bargain.Based on a true story (or so it says, twice, in the opening credits), "It Came From the Lake" is a low budget amalgam of the mythical "Loch Ness Monster", and chemical mutation themes, spun with a faithful 50's sci-fi appreciation. The sensational concoction "from the lake" is something of an amphibian of diplodocus proportions, mutated by chemical waste, with metre-long tendrils hanging from the jowls, googly eyes, and the mobility of a sock puppet. A clumsy attempt to show pretty victim Laura Manly (Martin) cleft in twain, is achieved by burying her lower torso in the sand, and having onlookers feign nausea at the ghastly vivisection.Mitchum is dependable, Carey barks expletives down a phone line in an otherwise unconnected two scenes, and Eisley is both protagonist and hero, as he hatches a hair-brained scheme to destroy the nuisance monster. Horror film veteran, Carradine is cast in a frivolous supporting role as a local priest, whose incantations feed hope to the masses while the devil-sent beast plunders their livelihood. It's very honest treatment, no gratuitous sex or violence a cinematic nonsense of childish antics and generally good natured, uncomplicated fun – a definite for the cult collection (there's even a key supporting character called "Sanchez", and yes, he is dirty).