This used to run all the time in New York in the '60's and it always stuck in my memory; I've never forgotten the tenseness and suspense and eerieness of the buildup to the monsters (the nervous mountaineers in the cabin; Janet Munro's psychic visions ("They're climbing up the mountain...!"; the cable cars snapping in the cold; the "aurora" surrounding the cloud; "Hans" saying how cold he is....) As I got older, I appreciated Warren Mitchell's hamminess as Dr. Kravat (the line I always remember from him is, "The man vass dead--dere vas NO DOUBT!") And of course Forrest Tucker was added to give some good old American "manliness" and box office appeal for wider distribution, but I always wondered if the British were insulted that Lawrence Payne was made to look like such a wimp next to Forrest: Payne is English and nervous and wiry, and at one point Tucker carries him in his arms! I remember the tentacles and being disappointed at the appearance of the eye, thinking it was better left unseen. I highly recommend "The Crawling Eye for its "Britishness"; its tight direction, the enjoyable Warren Mitchell, the ominous music, the psychic element, the nifty combo of horror and sci-fi elements.
Review of The Crawling Eye
