Is this a good time to let everyone know that Max is unemployed? No? Oh well!
Teenage Caveman (1958) is so insane we can’t tell if it’s high art, or if we just didn’t remember getting high. It’s hilarious, occasionally disturbing, adorable, stupid, and an almost unbroken delight of schlocky nonsense. Again, folks: so bad it’s good. And it is so good.
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