ATTACK OF THE GIANT LEECHES (1959) *1/2 I admit that I'm willing to watch almost any film thats title starts out "Attack of the Giant...", and in this case I'm particularly indebted to them for identifying the attackers. After viewing the assailants I would have hazarded "sea caterpillars" as my first guess, closely followed by "guys in garbage bags with white seashells glued on them." But leeches, of course. It's all very scientific-apparently the leeches are mutations caused by their proximity to the space station at Cape Canaveral, where nuclear power is in use. No more explanation needed there! There's moonshine going around, but no one gets very drunk, which isn't my recollection as to the effects of such grog, and Yvette Vickers is given a nice speech to make (whilst horizontal), apparently in an effort to keep her character sympathetic even though she's such a slut. How morally indignant was everybody in those days, anyway? She seems to be a nice enough girl, a little bit bitchy to her husband, but look at him. Who could put up with that, either? I wouldn't go so far as to call it a morality play, or entertaining, but there's nothing wrong with making a film in which the people mainly stand around trying to figure out who's been eaten most recently.