Everything I Consume: Sh! The Octopus

Well, this was a terrible movie. There was an impressive amount of irresponsible shooting, women screaming and cases of mistaken identity. Much of the dialogue goes like this:
Dempsey: What's your business, mister?
Morgan: I'm a marine painter. There's some paintings of mine behind you if you doubt it.
Dempsey: Painter, huh? Where's your palate? Kelly, see if you can find his palate.
Kelly: Open your mouth, open your mouth.
Dempsey: No! What do you think he paints, tonsils? You now an artist's palate, one of them stands they put paintings on.
Kelly: Oh, a weasel.

It's all supposed to be silly and over the top but at less then an hour it still felt stretched and forced. Here's a detailed critique and plot summary. This is the website of a Michigan band named Sh! The Octopus.

How Many Ways Is This Movie Great?

I was sitting in the living room last night reading the March issue of my favorite magazine, Now Playing when I came across a blurb for this movie playing March 29th at 1:00 A.M. (it's octopus night):

Sh! The Octopus (1937) Daffy detectives fight off a giant octopus in a haunted lighthouse.
Cast: Hugh Herbert, Allen Jenkins, Marcia Ralston. Dir: William McGann. BW-54 mins, TV-G

Quick, count how many ways this movie is great.

I count six. The title, "Daffy detectives", "a giant octopus", "a haunted lighthouse", I've never heard of anyone in the cast and the movie is less than an hour.

Watch the trailer here.