The scaly monster in this movie has a head like a conch shell and eyes like ping-pong balls. After radioactive waste forces it to get a half-life, the encrusted thing walks out of the ocean. Up on the beach, a surf-and-turf band is banging out "The Zombie Stomp" for the swimsuit swingers. It could be the briny brew, the radioactive sludge, or just the inner icthyosaurus, but this fish-out-of-water needs human flesh. First to go is a lone girl, but when irradiated allies arrive they take on an entire sleep-over, with plenty of bait for these frenzied flounders. Yum. It's a slumber party massacre! Lame jokes-"Do you like bathing beauties?" "I don't know. I never bathed one"-searing surf music by The Del-Aires, and marine molestation make this "the first (and possibly greatest) horror monster musical!"