It’s not scary today, but it’s easy to see how the kids of the Eisenhower era might have sent their popcorn flying from the shocks in this. The monster is good and simple. It’s a human body found preserved in two-thousand-year-old volcanic ash at Mount Vesuvius. No face, no features, just a big, broad-shouldered petrified rock man. He looks like an unfinished sculpture. Off he’s taken to the nearby museum, where, when no one’s looking, Old No Eyes gets up and starts killing motherfuckers. He moves like The Mummy, in slow stumbles with arms outstretched. Or, rather, he moves like a guy in a costume that doesn’t allow him to see (the outtakes must be full of actor Bob Bryant bumping into things and tripping). Bullets and blows to the head won’t stop him, so what does? A little science, a little history and the kind of deus ex machina that we can forgive in a low-budget movie that clocks in at a cool sixty-six minutes. B-movie factory man director Edward L. Cahn hammers it out and moves on—like he did for the other FIVE films that he put out in 1958.