Past life regression becomes a sleazy hypnotist’s key to murderous revenge when he uses his abilities to call forth the prehistoric sea-thing his lovely assistant was centuries ago. The gorgeous (and badass) Marla English finds herself in monstrous shoes yet again (a year later she’d be transformed into the titular Voodoo Woman) in another American International cheese-fest. Dr. Lombardi runs his show out of a carnival and his predictions gain the attention of a local philanthropist who sees a way to make some money off of the doctor’s forecasts. The businessman’s daughter is kinda seeing the young doctor who thinks Lombardi is complete bullshit and is giving a bad name to hypnotism. The police look for his assistance in nabbing the hypnotist because the man seems to have an alibi for everything. The doctor and the assistant fall for each other and maybe love can conquer all the monstrous shenanigans… yeah, right. Hypnotism, chatter, more hypnotism and then a bunch more chatter take up most of the runtime. It’s a shame that a monster costume as wonderful as the one featured here is stuck in such a boring-ass movie.
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