A Roger Corman production when he could knock
off a film in a jiffy (90 days being a jiffy in this case) in order to take
advantage of the latest fad or something in the news. This time the launch
of Sputnik by the Russians that terrified America. But the Russians are not
the bad guys; aliens are. In theory. But are they really? Sixty years later,
the aliens may have been right. It is a fun film with incredibly low production
values, but some good sci-fi ideas. At 65 minutes, it managed to hold my
attention. America keeps sending up manned spaceships that run into some
sort of space barrier that blows them up. Eight times. All dead. Yet they
still keep getting volunteers. The program is being run by Pol Van Ponder
(Richard Devon) with his two brainy assistants, Sybil (Susan Cabot) and Dave
(Corman regular, Dick Miller). But what is blowing up the ships? They soon
get an answer.
Corman manages to get two horny teenagers
into the film when they are making out in a car and a message arrives in
a small rocket. Surprisingly, they stop smooching and pick it up. It says
"Earthlings, you are an infected inferior planet. Stay home. We don't want
you screwing up the universe like you have Earth" or words to that effect.
Can you blame them? But will humans ever listen to aliens? Of course not.
So, then they set off volcanos and say we were not joking. Surely now we
will stop. Of course not. We didn't become top dog by listening to others.
That's for losers. So, we try again. But Ponder is acting oddly. One might
even suspect he isn't human any longer but that doesn't stop him from making
the moves on Sybil. On the spaceship that has two lounge chairs with seat
belts and endless hallways. Look for the cameo by Corman at the control board
on earth.