“It’s extra-terrestrial. Comes from outer space. From some god-forsaken, anti-matter galaxy, millions and millions of light years from the Earth.”
Or it could be the silliest looking monster in the history of motion pictures. Hey, Robert Osborne said so.
No matter. I love this film and go with it all the way. It’s the third Mara Corday sci-fi feature in my sci-fi contribution…“The Giant Claw.” All you need to know is:
- The beast is a bird as big as a battle ship.
- Mara Corday plays a Mathematician and Systems Analyst and she’s a pretty sexy Mathematician and Systems Analyst.
- In Spanish the bird is called ‘La Cacañya.’ Well…they got the ca-ca part right.
Jeff Morrow is a jet pilot who’s encountered the Giant Claw.
Should I even bother telling you the plot? Naaaah. You must see this to believe it. And listen, I am NOT putting this movie down. I like the film. Whether you do or not depends on your tolerance level and that’s a personal decision. I have to think that all involved thought they were either making a good movie or needed the money to pay for bills. I liked the banter between Mara and co-star Jeff Morrow. She can handle the lines with a nice touch. She handles the quips, scientific jargon and Jeff Morrow nicely. Yep, Jeff Morrow does duty this time as the male lead.
I love how they blur the
turkey I mean the Claw to show its speed. And what easy pickings it is for the Claw that when people parachute out of burning airplanes, he scoops ’em up right out of the sky. Like shootin’ humans in a barrel.
Here are some gems of dialogue that Paddy Chayefsky only WISHES he could have written:
- “Charlie’s gone. Chute and all.”
- “It doesn’t make sense. It’s just a bird. A bird!”
- “Only not electronic spitballs…atomic spitballs!”
Don’t worry. In case you were wondering, this monstrous bird is vanquished at the end, and all’s right in the world, though some people in Hollywood probably never worked again after this.
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I love 50’s sci-fi films. All manner of she-creature or queen of outer space or brides seeking revenge, whether they crawl or walk among us. Scorpions, tarantulas, eyes, hands, mantises, cyclops, crabs, flying dinosaurs or six-tentacled octopi whether they are
from beneath the sea or fathoms and fathoms deep. They are all my very favorites. These things can attack D.C. or a small hick town in Nevada or grow to colossal size or shrink down to an atom. And I’m not sexist. He can be a she and she can be a wasp woman, a snake woman, a leech woman, 50 feet tall, mutant teenagers or not of this earth. I find them all entertaining. I suggest you get a load of Mara Corday by seeing my three choices…and continue to read more entries for the “Blogathon From Another World” blogathon by clicking this banner. Hold on, wait a second…is that an ANT over your shoulder? LOOK!!!
At this rate I’ll never get a date with Dr. Neil DeGrasse Tyson. But maybe I can share my Twizzlers with him.
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