After watching Black Friday, Mom and I decided we should keep checking out those old horror movies we'd never heard of. It might be a decision we end up regretting...next up on the list was Son of Ingagi.
A woman is attending a wedding and then goes home and lets a monster out of her basement. Actually, it looks like a tall dude in a ski mask, but we'll gloss over that for now. She's perfected the most wonderful invention known to mankind (we never find out what that is), but then she leaves it downstairs with N'Gina. He immediately drinks the whole thing and goes berserk, killing the doctor.
The newlywed couple are suspected of the murder of the doctor, but I guess that gets sorted out, because they're just living there now. N'Gina is still hanging out in the basement and makes food disappear. The lawyer comes by and ends up dead when he plays with the gong that summons the beast. The husband is suspected again, and a detective is posted at the house to keep an eye on things. In the end, the house burns down, the beast dies, and the detective pops out of a bush with bags of gold.
It sounds like this would be a fun hour, but it isn't. The newly married couple are ambushed at their house on their wedding night by all their friends and have to listen to The Toppers for hours. The monster was just strange, and the detective was supposed to be funny, but that made the tone of the film confusing. Was it supposed to be funny or scary? And who the heck is Ingagi? I mean, if the doctor just found him in the jungles of Africa, how did she know his dad's name?
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