Florida based schlock master Bill Grefe strikes again with this bad movie classic, an endearingly idiotic creature feature with one of the tackiest creatures ever created for film. It takes place in the heart of the Everglades, as bubble headed college students converge on the swanky retreat of marine biologist Dr. Richardson (Jack Nagle). The doc's got himself a hunky young associate, John Hoyt (Joe Morrison), and a very pretty daughter, Miss Karen (Valerie Hawkins), and they're all about to get menaced by Jellyfish Man - a supposed hybrid of Portuguese Man of War and human - who looks more like a guy in a Halloween costume with a garbage bag over his head.
If you're still reading, you'll probably enjoy this piece of celluloid excrement. Granted, you do have to sit through some padding. But the padding isn't entirely worthless, because you get treated to "special singing guest star" Neil Sedaka belting out a tune to accompany the hottest dance of all time, the Jilla Jalla Jellyfish. There's lots of sexy girls to watch, and a substantial amount of close-ups on derrieres. The location shooting helps to give this colorful nonsense some degree of atmosphere. The performances are all pretty amateurish, but it'll be hard to take your eyes off Nagle, basically because he's got an ugly bump on his forehead that changes sizes throughout the course of the story. John Vella is a hoot as creepy character Egon. The music, credited to Al Jacobs and Lon E. Norman, actually isn't all that bad, and the same goes for the photography. The scenario (screenplay by Al Dempsey and an uncredited Bill Kerwin, the star of Herschell Gordon Lewis classics "Blood Feast" and "Two Thousand Maniacs!") is just stupid enough to make things consistently amusing. Kerwins' brother Harry (himself director of "Barracuda") is the man credited with the makeup effects.
Ideal viewing for people looking for Z grade genre junk from decades past.
Review by Scott LeBrun from the Internet Movie Database.