Trojan Tunnels INC (run by a slimy Henry Fonda) has pissed off a big-ass octopus thanks to using illegal frequencies underwater during whatever shady shit they’re working on in the area of a small California beach community. Fonda’s number-one-in-command is to blame for the fuck ups and now he’s trying to cover his ass. John Huston is an elderly journalist who smells a scoop, Shelley Winters is his alcoholic sister, Claude Akins is the salty town sheriff and Bo Hopkins is some expert at something who trains killer whales and takes things personally when the giant octopus eats his wife. There’s also a yacht race that gets a shit-ton of focus. Shelley Winters seems to be hellbent on wearing the most ridiculous outfit she can find and the cheap-o octopus attacks are admittedly charming but boy is it fucking boring. The boat race attack scene is hilariously awful from almost every perspective of filmmaking and pushes the film into my “give it a watch but only if it’s free” territory.
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