Minerologist Paul likes rocks and stones a lot. This explains why he hooks up with Kathy, a stoned looking blond girl with the personality of a boulder. It may also explain why a tiny fragment of moon rock strikes him in the head during a meteor shower. The damage inflicted by the moon rock isn't immediately obvious; it just looks like a minor scratch. But Paul soon becomes terribly ill, plagued by sleeplessness, headaches and dizzy spells. As if that weren't enough, he's also exposed to bad rock bands and Kathy's terribly slutty wardrobe. Soon, people are turning up dead all around town; limbs pulled off, bodies mutilated, claw marks left behind by some huge and hideous beast. As far as the condescending sheriff and smug Professor Johnny Longbow can tell, it's some kind of giant lizard. Native American legend speaks of such a beast, created by a fire which came from the sky. Soon, the obvious becomes quite clear: the monster is Paul, and he must be stopped.
This is one of the WORST movies I have ever seen. No one in this mess can act, least of all Donna Leigh Drake as Kathy. The scares are silly, the performances stiff, the script awful and Paul is such a dorky, unemotional dweeb that it's almost a relief to see him turn into a giant lizard. Unintentional laughs and cheap special effects make this kind of amusing, but if you're looking for a good scare, look elsewhere. This really is awful.
This is one of the WORST movies I have ever seen. No one in this mess can act, least of all Donna Leigh Drake as Kathy. The scares are silly, the performances stiff, the script awful and Paul is such a dorky, unemotional dweeb that it's almost a relief to see him turn into a giant lizard. Unintentional laughs and cheap special effects make this kind of amusing, but if you're looking for a good scare, look elsewhere. This really is awful.