It’s always extraordinary when I watch a movie where the actual footage and content appears to have no correlation to the title or the movie poster. I can’t help but wonder if I’ve, well, pressed play on the wrong movie.
So let’s start from the top. There is no Giant in Giant from the Unknown, unless you consider 6ft 6.5 inches as ‘giant’. There is no Unknown in from the Unknown, on the grounds that the ‘giant’ is known by name and quite famous in history. The ‘giant’ is from Spain. Very clearly and repeatedly from Spain. Perhaps, you know, if I’m allowing leeway, they didn’t know where he was born?
Anyway. The movie. A crusty old professor and his gorgeous daughter roll into a sleepy town one day, going on up to Devil’s Crag to look for historical evidence of a roaming band of Spanish Conquistadors. They meet up with the local town archaeologist and immediately cause the town average IQ to leap upwards dramatically.
There’s something about some magic rock that causes suspended animation, mutilated cows and locals beaten to death (off camera, don’t worry, this movie loves to tell and not show), screaming (women), shooting (men), fainting (women), racial prejudice (America 1958), class prejudice (same again), abuse of legal powers (yup), handcuffs (heroic miscarriage of justice, not kinky), camping in the wilderness, thunderstorms and, of course, an above average height man from Spain.
If you’re going to watch it, after everything I’ve described here, at least do yourself a favour and make it the Rifftrax version.