Review of House on Bare Mountain

I like the Nudie Cutie, and find the dopey plots kind of fun, but this was just too dumb. Granny Good, doing a bad Jonathan Winters impersonation (or did Winters and Bob Cresse both draw the Granny/Maude Frick character from a common source? I don't know), is insufferable. Then there are the cheesy made-up monsters that are really pathetic. As a kid born in 1959, I love early 60s monsterdom, but even I have my limits. Of course also as a kid born in the 50's I love massive mammaries. This movie *does* have that, in the person of one platinum blond who manages to walk across a landing and down a staircase twice. The subtle movements of her breasts, en route, suggest that breasts, when challenged by gravity, have a mind of their own. Said generously endowed blond has a little bit of a Lorna Maitland look, except with a little too much of a pooch stomach and not quite as nice eyes though still real cute (anybody know who she is? Please pm me.) Back to ripping on the movie. The acting and especially the direction is unnecessarily bad. Just a little more work would have made this movie a keeper. E.g., one man in a business suit investigating Bare Mountain walks in and sees a topless woman sitting on a desk and calmly asks her for directions. Then, later, he walks by another topless woman and is totally surprised. The police 'work" in the movie is totally boring and is probably bad leftover vaudeville shtick, without the redeeming quality of being delivered with expert timing live on stage.