Some people have actually had the privilege of seeing the 1964 monster flick The Creeping Terror. The word privilege is, believe it or not, used quite aptly here for several reasons.

This is a bad movie. Really bad. Arguably THE WORST. An argument that the makers of CREEP! intend to win.

Something bad film aficionados already know is the fact that a badly executed movie can be a hilarious one. The Creeping Terror is no exception. There are scenes in The Creeping Terror that will have you howling with laughter.

A monster made out of carpet remnants, brought to life by a few college students whose feet can clearly be seen shuffling underneath.

No soundtrack whatsoever, no dialogue -- just a grade-school How to Conduct Yourself in the Lunchroom narrator spewing exposition.

Horribly dated and just plain silly onscreen antics.

Complete and utter ineptitude, a part of cheapo cinema seldom seen in the modern era of filmmaking.

And a bizarre, perverse sexual undertone, something that becomes all too clearly a mirror of the bizarre personalities behind the film.

The Creeping Terror was the brainchild of wannabe filmmaker Art Nelson, an ambitious swindler with a lust for making movies. Blowing into sleepy Glendale California, he had a great line: "I'm going to make the biggest, the most incredible, the absolute BEST monster movie ever made."

Truth be told, it remains a bit of a mystery as to whether Art's intentions were genuine. Most involved in the production maintain that they were not. This was simply a scam, a chance to bilk the gullible populace out of their hard-earned money.