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Monster A No-No.

Clever, right? Cuz cuz cuz--it's really called--Monster A-Go Go or Monster A Go-Go. See what I did there?! Cuz--it's really bad! Like, you shouldn't watch it bad! Bahahahahahaahah--and I'm stopping. Fuck you, at least I was amused.... XD

But seriously--what does "a go-go" even mean?? Is "a no-no" really any less....meaningless?

All the same--it's terrible. Like, not as bad as Disaster Movie, sure, but--dude--it's pretty fucking bad. What they did to this movie should be illegal. Like, my super awesome roommate, Parker, slept through the worst parts--that asshole--and even he thought it was abominable. If you really must watch it, though, don't watch it without the MST3k guys' commentary. Seriously. I mean, even they had trouble making it watchable--there are parts where they just randomly invent meaningless dialogue because NOTHING WAS HAPPENING.


So, u want moar proofz it r terribulz??

Well, as you can see from the wikipedia article, the movie was royally fucked throughout its production, but especially in them latter bits.

See, this one dude, some dickwad Bill Rebane, started the movie but ran out of money before he'd finished filming. CLEVER.

But it gets better.

Some profiteering (?!) ass hat, Herschel Gordon Lewis, decided he needed another movie (a "B" movie for his intended double feature, as it were....). So he decided he'd up and finish this Monster a Go-Go. Like, 4 years later. He couldn't even reconstruct the whole cast--so almost every character randomly disappears mid-movie only to be replaced by equally bad actors who've got even less justification now.


AREN'T THERE LAWS AGAINST THIS KINDA SHIT!?! This should be illegal--taking someone else's crappy movie and crapping all over it cuz you're too cheap to do things properly. LAME.

And he really did do it wrong. Like, clearly, no effort. Whatsoever. For example. At the end. The narrator basically declares 'There was no monster! o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o!!!'

Is that even a deus ex machina? Or is that just lazy?

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