The problem with The She Creature (1956) is the creature, frankly.
Look at the dark-haired girl who is being regressed by the evil Dr. Lombardi, back to the primeval ooze.
Now look at the She Creature, which is the eighty bazillion year old version of the same girl.
And now look at them together, and tell me something good about evolution.
So there’s this tycoon and he has a daughter who has dumped her drunk fiance and is making a play for the serious Dr. Erickson, played in earnest Eraserhead style by Lance Fuller. Meanwhile Dr. Lombardi (Chester Morris) is regressing the crap out of the beautiful Andrea (Marla English) and causing the She Creature to come out of the ocean and kill people who have nothing to do with anything.
Most of this movie has nothing to do with anything, but it doesn’t matter, because once the She Creature gets moving and the body count mounts the flick moves right along.
One too many hypnosis scenes. Galloping pocket squares. Eraserhead hairstyle on Lance. Bulging bodices. Monster breasts, modestly covered with what appear to be scales. Eight bodies. Sinister smoke. Past life regression, with bizarre Cockney commentary.
Idiotic. Mildly amusing. On a two-fer DVD with The Day the World Ended. Two coils.