Review of The Killer Shrews (1959) by Bryan G — 13 Jun 2004

The name alone is laughable, but this minor gem of the '50s giant creature sci-fi subgenre is among the best of that decade. As usual some scientists are experimenting and things go awry. The cool part though, for the viewer, is that these scientists, and one's sultry, hard-drinkin' daughter, are alone on a deserted island.

The location and their ultimate confinement to a barracaded adobe house gives the sensation of oppression and gloom matched by [b]Night of the Living Dead[/b], made nine years later. Then, there's the shrews, looking pretty ludicrous as they're actually dogs draped in a faux fur and extra long fangs.

But we can put these small matters behind us, right? Of curse! If you go into this movie with the knowledge that it was made on the cheap in Texas, and that the shrews are sub-par special effects, to say the least, you'll have a good time and be drawn into the story.

You might even experience a chill or two! So, put on your socks then!