The sheer badness of Dan Milner's From Hell It Came is mitigated ever so slightly by the efforts of Paul Blaisdell, who created the vengeful tree-creature called the Tabonga. Now, the creature itself it pretty ludicrous in its actual on-screen appearances, but given the fact that we're talking about a killer tree-stump (and this is NOT the only killer tree-stump movie in creation -- The Navy Vs. The Night Monsters would fit into the sub-genre as well) and a low-budget, the fact that Blaisdell was able to devise anything at all that, even for a fraction of a second, might be scary, is the one part of the movie that does work. Nothing else does -- not the acting, despite the presence of once-promising theater hopeful Todd Andrews in the lead; and certainly not the script, which makes little sense, and is also terminally talkie for a full half-hour (which seems like an hour) following the ridiculous introduction, loading us up with exposition leading nowhere. So the viewer, in theaters in 1957 and at home ever since, takes what they can get, in this case, the Tabonga, shambling its way slowly across a faux south sea island set (which makes Gilligan's Island look like it was shot on location). Milner wasn't a good enough director to establish true menace (or any mood), and none of the actors here is remotely good enough (or sufficiently involved with their role) to convince us that they can't outrun a tree stump. All of which leaves ridiculously campy fun as the sole reason to watch this very mildly entertaining misfire, which is funnier in the telling than the watching. A major newspaper's movie guide used to have a one-line critique of this movie, based on its title: "And to Hell it can go!"