Most of this movie's attributes are typical of 50's B features. The acting is capable, the scripting and the direction are par for the course, and the cinematography is passable. But the big bird attached to the giant claw is so downright daffy that it looks like a cheap prop that was somehow accidentally swung in from some zero-budget children's program. The artificial avian is so turkey-like that its initial appearance in the film is utterly jarring in its ridiculousness. Judging by its saurian maw, one could assume the creature's creators were attempting a pterodactyl lookalike, but somehow they ended up with a fluff-crested, gangly-necked affair with all the scariness of a carnival kewpie. Even 50's audiences must have laughed. The movie would have been so much better had the director paid more attention to the title and made the assaults consist mostly of images of gargantuan talons.
Review of The Giant Claw
