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I
don't know, but let's find out. |
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Ah,
the '50s. America -- still wallowing in
the fact that we kicked the collective
asses of the Axis in WWII, looked to the
future: A grand era of peace, harmony
and easy living as we entered the
push-button age with everything powered
by our little friend the atom. But
little did we know what drastic
consequences this tapping into God’s
domain would wreak upon mankind... |
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A
group of comedians -- Dan Aykroyd, John
Candy, Gilda Radner and Cheech and
Chong, navigate us through some of the
strangest and oddest things ever
committed to film: Monsters, alien
invaders, killer brains, teenage
delinquents and the horrors of reefer
madness. While we watch them watching
them they comment on the insanity
playing across the screen, popping the
cinematic cherry of a certain B-movie
critic... |
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Their
rescue mission completed and their
murder suspect in custody, the
sparkler’s lit and The Challenge-142
heads back to Earth. Along the way, the
lone survivor of The Challenge-141
swears his innocence and pleads that a
monster really killed his crew. Shown some of the
collected remains, one of
the skulls has a bullet hole in it -- and
there's only one kind of monster that
uses bullets... |
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As
the
Venus Space Probe reappears on the
radar, Mission Control tries to bring
it safely back. All seems nominal at
first, but they quickly lose control and
it crashes -- an extremely funny F/X
shot of the probe gliding gently down
and then quickly accelerating at a 90-degree angle
-- straight into a cliff. And
from the smoldering wreckage, something
crawls out... |
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This
movie is a nice change of pace for those
of us who thrive on hostile alien
invasion films. No implied Red Scares.
No mass disintegrations. And no attempts
to steal our womenfolk for seedy
breeding purposes. Just some friendly,
mono-optic blob aliens who missed their
turnpike, threw a rod and crashed on
Earth, and are eager to get back on the cosmic
roadways again before they wind up in a
petri-dish... |
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