is good old-fashioned B grade camp and the audience for the almost-midnight showing of this soft-porn "monster" movie came with the right attitude. We were tipped off that this wasn't your average scary movie by the crowd who whooped, hollered, pumped their fists in the air and recited dialogue during the promo for Zardoz -- a sci-fi movie playing the next day (which features a long haired Sean Connery running around an arid plain wearing what looked like a red diaper).

The problem with The Beast wasn't the lack of scaryiness. The Chewbaca wannabe running around the forest chasing pretty girls while ejaculating spooge from his comically large monster penis was definitely the best part of the movie. The problem with The Beast was that it took almost a full hour of really bad movie making to get to the good part. There was some attempts at plot going on but who knows what it was?

It was midnight and we were already tired and pretty bored. Clearly, so was the woman sitting next to us who kept falling asleep and snoring loudly until the giant monster penis finally made its appearance.

SFist MiHi Ahn, contributing

The Beast