NIGHT FRIGHT (1968)

With John Agar as its star, NIGHT FRIGHT was bound to be bad; but did it have to be *this* bad? NIGHT FRIGHT commits the cardinal sin of grindhouse fare: it's dull. At least half the film is turgid scenes of walking, driving, and pointless close-ups.

The plot, as nearly as I could make out, involves an outer-space gorilla that's running amok in rural Texas. The ape seemingly got there due to a NASA rocket that crashed nearby. I think.

The writing, acting, and production values are only a smidgen above MANOS: THE HANDS OF FATE. The horror segments aren't scary, the humor is painfully unfunny, and the scientific explanation offered is (to be charitable) unconvincing. Factor in the numerous failed day-for-night shots, and you have a 75-minute hunk of celluloid that has fully earned a place here.