Ten cent movies: Night Fright

A while back, I spent a whopping $5 on this 50-movie set, Sci-fi Invasion. That adds up to 10 cents per movie. 1968’s Night Fright suffers from a severe lack of Jerry Dandrige.

Here’s what happens: In the backwoods of Texas, a couple of horny college students drive out to the middle of nowhere to make out, when they are killed by… something. The local hillbilly sheriff conducts a very, very slow-moving investigation, eventually concluding that a nearby crashed rocket might have something to do with the murder.

Speculative spectacle: Spoiler! It’s revealed that the killer is an ape, turned into a monster by a sinister NASA experiment. Just like Murders in the Rue Morgue, except it’s crap.

Sleaze factor: Nil. These are the most squeaky-clean horny college students I’ve ever seen.

Quantum quotables: “Did you ever see anything as bad in your life as the way that little girl was chewed up? There wasn’t even enough of her face left to identify.” – A good ol’ boy cop, telling us about the gore instead of showing us.

What the felgercarb? When we finally get a look at the monster, it’s so dark that we can’t tell what we’re looking at. What does it look like? All I can tell you is, it’s kind of hairy.

Microcosmic minutiae: The makeout point in this movie is named “Satan’s Hollow.” That’s also the name of the classic video arcade game prominently featured in the ‘80s cult comedy Joysticks. (Yeah, let’s see you try to come up with trivia for this one.)

Worth 10 cents? Absolutely not.

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Fantastic Friday: Communist apes… in space!

Re-reading the Fantastic Four comics from the start. Issue number 13 is the most dated from this era, but in many ways, it’s also one of the most exciting. It’s all about evil soviets and their apes, the great space race, and some seriously great art.

The issue begins with an explosion in Reed’s lab and HOLY CRAP STEVE DITKO IS INKING JACK KIRBY’S PENCILS. Ditko is of course a comics legend for his work with Stan Lee on Amazing Spider-Man, which ran concurrent to these issues of Fantastic Four. How and why he filled with the inking on this issue I’ll never know, but the melding of the two artists’ styles is fascinating. Kirby drew big, larger than life action, while Ditko’s work was quirkier, sometimes more focused on character work and expressions. You’d think they’d be too different to work together, but in this case the results are impressive. Under Ditko’s inks, Ben looks more monstrous than usual, with black shadows around his eyes, and Sue looks especially gorgeous.

But why analyze art when there are communists? Wait… make that communist APES. The issue begins with Reed experimenting with a new type of rocket fuel, which he says will allow the U.S. to be the first to the moon, before those pesky Russians get there. Meanwhile, behind the iron curtain, the sinister Ivan Kragoff has trained a bunch of apes to be his cosmonaut crew. A gorilla is the pilot, a baboon has been trained to fire a machine gun, and an orangutan is the mechanic, able to “fix anything,” Kragoff says. (Why are these apes better than a human crew? That’s never explained.)

Both the FF and Kragoff take off in their spaceships at the same time, making the space race literal. While the FF’s ship has extra-special protection against the cosmic rays that gave them their powers, Kragoff and the apes are in a special see-through ship, allowing them added exposure to the cosmic rays. They get zapped, and Kragoff and the apes gain powers. The orangutan can manipulate magnetic waves, the baboon is a shape-changer, and the gorilla has superhuman, er, superape strength.

 Both ships land on the mysterious “blue area” of the moon, finding an abandoned city there, a remnant of a long-since-dead alien society. There’s breathable air in the blue area, and the alien machinery is still operable. The FF splits up, and Ben runs into the apes. They fight, and Kragoff reappears, revealing that the cosmic rays gave him the power to turn intangible and walk through walls. He now calls himself the Red Ghost.

The fight is interrupted by a huge, bald alien, who introduces himself as the Watcher. The Watcher is just that, one who watched the galaxy from afar, but never interfering. He says the conflict between the U.S. and Russia will soon explode into full-blown war that will destroy the Earth, and he refuses to let the conflict spill over onto his home on the moon. He intends to settle the matter right then and there by having the Fantastic Four and the soviets fight it out in the dead city. The apes easily defeat Reed, Johnny and Ben, and Sue is taken captive. The Red Ghost explains to Sue that the apes are under his mental control.

The Red Ghost none-two-wisely leaves Sue alone with the apes while he runs off to set up a trap for her teammates. She sets them free, both from their cage and from the Red Ghost’s mind control. Sue then rejoins the others, warning them of the Red Ghost’s trap, a deadly laser. Johnny and Sue take out the laser. The Red Ghost escapes, and comes across the Watcher’s house. He sneaks inside, hoping to use the Watcher’s advanced alien tech for his own uses. Instead, the interior of the Watcher’s home is so far-out and otherworldly that it nearly drives the Red Ghost mad. The Watcher threatens a series of time travel-based punishments, but instead just tosses the Red Ghost out of the house.

The Watcher declares the Fantastic Four the winners, and says that no matter how far humans travel in space, they will never be alone. Freed from the Red Ghost’s mind control, the apes turn on their former master and chase him off across the lunar surface. Reed and company leave him there and return to Earth, promising to turn the new fuel source over to the National Space Agency. (Why didn’t they just that to begin with?)

Unstable Molecule: Reed invents a new source of rocket fuel from a meteorite. He also debuts a stretchable asbestos suit for his work with dangerous materials in the lab.

Fade Out: At first, I cringed at the sight of Sue being taken captive again, but then she turned the table on her captor, freeing the apes from his mind control and rescuing her teammates from the Red Ghost’s deadly laser.

Clobberin’ Time: Ben is in a jovial mood in this issue, making comedic wisecracks the whole time. It’s interesting that the Watcher chooses to appear first before Ben, and not Reed.

Flame On: Johnny’s environmental suit also uses asbestos. (Lots of asbestos in this issue.) To catch up to the Red Ghost, Reed at one point puts Johnny inside a metal tube and has Johnny use his flame as a human jet engine. Nice.

Trivia Time: It’s the first appearance of the Watcher, who will go on to be a major part of Marvel lore. He has a habit of always showing up just before really, really bad things happen. This issue ends with him saying that he’ll leave for another galaxy, but it’s later established that he and his crazy home in the blue area aren’t going anywhere.

The blue area of the moon is another fun Marvel oddity, allowing Marvel characters to visit the moon anytime they want without the need for spacesuits. It later becomes a permanent home to the Inhumans, but we’ll get to them in this re-read soon enough.

Fantastic or Frightful: All the references to communism and the space race date the issue and make it unintentionally hilarious. Add apes into the mix, and you’ve got a wonderfully weird tale. The “space opera” aspects of the story are great fun, though, with a sense of exploration and wonder with the Watcher and the alien city. Let’s not forget that the Kirby/Ditko combo art is to die for. This issue is why we love Silver Age Marvel.

Next week: More mind control, and another super-villain team-up.

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ACT FOUR SCENE ONE chapter three

Chance walked up to Rebecca, no longer wearing his coat. He had on a baggy red sweater that was to die for.

“You’re still in your jacket?”

“It’s chilly in here.”

“Come on,” he said, motioning for her to follow him backstage. She did.

Off to one side of the stage, there was a large open area, larger than Rebecca expected. A few folding chairs stood at odd angles, surrounded by a pile of everyone’s coats and jackets.

“Just put your stuff there,” Chance said. “No one will mess with it.”

Rebecca peeled off her coat and threw it onto the pile.

“I’ll keep my scarf,” she said, tying it into a loose knot around her neck. “I like it.”

Chance turned his head away from her and shouted, “Hey, Tony, how we doing?”

“Too much to do,” a voice came from one shadowed corner of backstage.

Chance walked forward into the darkness. Rebecca followed.

As her eyes adjusted, Rebecca saw what looked like a cage, surrounded on all sides by chain link fence. Inside was a small, mousy guy she had never seen before.

‘What’re you all doing?” the kid said, staring down at several rows of switches and dials in front of him. “Too many changes, too much.”

“Hey, Tony,” Chance said. “Maybe you’d like to meet Rebecca. She just joined the cast. Maybe you’d like to come out of hiding and be polite to someone for once.”

“What’s with all these new scenes?” Tony said, flipping a number of switches in front of him. “Bringing in more actors. Changes, changes, changes. Nobody sticks to a plan anymore.”

“Do you ever speak in complete sentences?” Chance said.

“Too much to do,” Tony said. “Too much, too much.”

Chance turned and walked away from Tony, who continued fretting over his equipment.

“Tony does all the lighting,” Chance said. “It’s a high stress job.”

“I’ve haven’t seen him around school since I’ve been here.”

“He keeps to himself when he’s not Mr. Lighting Guy.”

Rebecca checked her watch. “It’s 9:20. We were supposed to start rehearsal 20 minutes ago.”

“We’ve already started,” Chance said, once more flashing his trademark smile. “It’s how Mr. Stone’s directs. We have breakfast every Saturday morning right on the set, and that helps our performances. When the set feels like home for us, the audience doesn’t question it.”

She looked up at him. “I don’t think Francisca and her friends are going to let me share that couch with them.”

“Francisca’s not mad at you. She’s angry because she wanted to play Lady M.,” Chance said. “That’s the part she wants, not yours. She’s actually nice once you get to know her.”

“I hope that’s true.”

Rebecca and Chance walked back onto the stage. Everyone had gathered around Pickle as he once more tried to juggle, dropping the three beanbags while almost falling backwards onto his butt. Rebecca wondered if this, too, was part of his act, and that he flailed about only for the sake of slapstick laughs.

Whether that was his intent, he was interrupted as Mr. Stone walked out on stage, clapping his hands.

“Good one, Pickle,” he said. “Keep working at it.”

Pickle gathered up the three beanbags, hobbled over to the couch, and sat next to Alma. She looked disgusted at the thought of being near him.

Chance dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged. Rebecca did the same, glad to be next to him.

“Everybody get a donut?” Mr. Stone said. “Good. As I told you all on Monday, we’re adding new scenes to the Scottish Play.”

The words “Scottish Play” stung Rebecca. She couldn’t see why he couldn’t just say the title.

“Here at Dipping High, we tread our own path,” he said. “We go where no one else dares to go. Most folks agree that the Hecate scenes in the Scottish Play not only have nothing to do with the plot, but were not written by Shakespeare at all. You could make that case – the rhyming in those scenes is completely different from the rest of the play, and it’s remarkably similar to some other’s guy’s play from the same time.

“Despite all this evidence, though, the Hecate scenes are nonetheless historically attached to Scottish Play. So I thought if we’re going to do the Scottish Play, let’s do it all – let’s go all out. Let’s do the Hecate scenes. After all everyone’s favorite scenes from the Scottish Play are the witches.”

“Because chicks rule,” said Francisca from her seat of power on the couch.

“Because girls do indeed rule,” said Mr. Stone, with a kind smile. “The witches, the magical, supernatural aspect of the play. This is what audiences are drawn to. Despite M.’s ambition and Lady M.’s deviousness, everybody still latches onto the witches and their dark magic. So, I’m thinking, let’s make the most of that. Let’s celebrate the dark fantasy of the Scottish Play. Let’s give the witches their due.”

Mr. Stone extended a hand to his left, opening it to Rebecca. “To that end, let me introduce Rebecca Thane, who’s joining the cast as Hecate, queen of the witches.”

Rebecca considered standing, but didn’t. Instead she managed a small wave and said, “Hey.”

“You’ve all had a week to study the new scenes,” Mr. Stone said. “Before we begin, I’ve got
something here that I think will help you all get into character.”

He smiled, on the verge of full-blown laughter. “You’re going to get a kick out of this,” he said.

The chest at the front center of the stage opened as Mr. Stone opened it and pulled out a small object covered by a black sheet.

“Want to know what it was like to be a witch back in the old days?” Mr. Stone said. “Here you go.”

He pulled off the sheet. From where Rebecca sat, she couldn’t quite see what he held. It looked like a small grey rock.

Pickle laughed, a hoot-like sound. “That thing is awesome.”

“No, it’s disgusting,” Antonia said.

Mr. Stone turned to Rebecca, and she saw what was in his hand. It was a human skull.

To be continued.

ACT FOUR SCENE ONE is being serialized a chapter a day from now through the end of October. This is a workshop draft, so your feedback is appreciated. Want more? Check out my book, CINE HIGH, now available for the Kindle and the free Kindle app.

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ACT FOUR SCENE ONE chapter two

Chance wasn’t kidding about Saturday rehearsals. The cast members asked to be there that morning lounged around on stage. Some sat on the floor. Others on a large red couch, which were meant to depict M. and Lady M.’s house, even though that was not today’s scene. Still, a couch was a couch, and this one looked comfy.

“Rebecca,” said Mr. Stone, her drama teacher, as she approached. “Thank you so much for being here. Have a donut, get to know everyone.”

A folding table had been set up in the space between the drop off of the stage and the front row of seats. Rebecca didn’t feel like eating, so she merely grabbed a donut hole from off of the table and nibbled on it.  She looked out at the rows upon rows of empty seats in the auditorium, and she imagined them filled with people.

“Heads up,” a voice called. A small, bright pink beanbag fell out of the air and landed in front of Rebecca. She spun and looked up.

Standing at the edge of the stage was a short guy with out-of-control curly blonde hair. He held two more beanbags in each hand.

“Little help?” he said. Rebecca had seen this guy around school. She didn’t know his real name, only his nickname, Pickle.

“Can’t juggle just two,” he said. “Just two is playing catch with yourself.”

Rebecca gave him a smirk, swallowed the last of the donut hole, and picked up the beanbag. She jostled it in her hand for a second. “Not much of a juggler if one of your balls goes flying off the stage.”

“Very funny. Give it here.”

She tossed the beanbag at Pickle. He tried to catch it, but couldn’t without dropping the beanbags in each hand, as he fumbled for one, he dropped all three.

“I didn’t know there was juggling in this play,” Rebecca said. “Could’ve sworn it was a tragedy.”

“This isn’t for the play,” Pickle said. “It’s for me.”

He tried to juggle again and almost had it for a few seconds before dropping all the beanbags.

“Why not make them go in a circle?” Rebecca asked. “Throw one from another at your waist, and make all three follow a pattern in a circle? Wouldn’t that be easier?”

“That’s not real juggling,” he said. “That’s cheating.”

“It’d look cool.”

“Still cheating.” He gathered up all three balls and continued practicing.

Rebecca walked to the side of the stage, up the steps and onto the stage. A few other students milled about. Beyond Pickle, Rebecca saw another familiar face. She had a few classes with this Mallea, a fellow freshman.

Mallea sat cross-legged on the stage floor, thumbing through a pack of cards.

“Hey,” Rebecca said. “What’ve you got there?”

“Tarot,” Mallea said, holding up one of the elaborately painted cards.

“You’re into new age stuff?”

“If it’s been practiced for thousands of years, it’s not exactly new, is it?” Mallea held the deck up to Rebecca. “Reading? Free of charge.”

“Why not?” Rebecca pulled a card.

“Two of cups,” Mallea said. “A sense of perfect harmony between you and the rest of the world.”

“Sounds good.”

“But it’s reversed, upside down. Something’s broken, and you have to fix it.”

Rebecca gave back the card. “You actually believe this?”

“It’s real. It’s based on energy. You just have to be open to it.”

Rebecca didn’t know what to say. “Who do you play? In the show?”

“I’m a bunch of characters,” Mallea said. “I’m all of M.’s visions. The child, the bloody king, and so on. After I do my lines as one character, I run backstage, change clothes as fast as I can, and come back as another.”

“That’s really cool.”

Mallea smiled a sweet smile. “It’s fun.”

With that, Mallea turned her attention back to the cards. Rebecca looked over and saw three girls sitting on the red couch. Rebecca knew she had to act with these three, so she tried to make a good impression.

“Hi, I’m Rebecca.”

“We know,” said the girl in the middle. Her name was Francisca, as Rebecca had seen her around school.

“How was your audition?” Francisca asked, giving Rebecca a cold stare. Francisca’s friends, Antonia and Alma, matched that stare.

“I didn’t actually audition,” Rebecca said. “Mr. Stone offered me the park on Monday. He gave me the script, told me to start memorizing my lines, and here I am.”

“Interesting,” Francisca said. “Mr. Stone casts a freshman who just moved here as queen of the witches, but casts two juniors and a senior as the three witches? I guess he’s going for an experimental theater kind of thing.”

“Yeah,” said Antonia, leaning in close to Francisca. “Totally avant garde.”

Rebecca knew this was an attack, but chose not to respond as such. Instead, she just shrugged, and did her best to flash a smile. After all, she would have to work with these three on stage for the best of the play.

“I guess,” she said.

To be continued.

ACT FOUR SCENE ONE is being serialized a chapter a day from now through the end of October. This is a workshop draft, so your feedback is appreciated. Want more? Check out my book, CINE HIGH, now available for the Kindle and the free Kindle app.

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Fantastic Friday: Thing vs. Hulk, round one

Re-reading the Fantastic Four comics from the start. Issue 12 gives us the series’ first big guest star, and I do mean big.

Right on the first page, we’re dropped into some silver age silliness. Ben and Alicia are on a date, to the symphony. It’s not Ben’s style, and he’s his typical grumpy self. Then, out of nowhere, a company of U.S. army soldiers just happen to marching by, in the middle of New York, and they start a fight with Ben. They just happen to have a specially-prepared bazooka with them. It fires steel cables at Ben, temporarily trapping him. They then knock out Ben with some powerful sleeping gas.

An army captain calls off the fight, explaining that his men mistook Ben for the Hulk. Ben heads back to headquarters, and here, for the first time, we learn it’s named “The Baxter Building.” Yay! Ben is a grump because he doesn’t like being compared to the Hulk. Reed says this is good timing, because the FF have just received a call about the Hulk. General “Thunderbolt” Ross arrives, and says he wants the team’s help… to find and destroy the Hulk.

Debuting a sleek new design for the Fantasti-Car, the Fantastic Four and Ross fly to Ross’s base in the southwest, where Ross says the Hulk has destroyed a valuable new anti-missile system. Reed conferences with a wimpy scientist, Bruce Banner, troublemaking teen Rick Jones, and some guy named Karl Kort. Banner argues that the Hulk did not destroy the machine, but that it was a saboteur known only as the Wrecker. Kort leaves, drops his wallet, which Johnny picks up. Foreshadowing! Another fight breaks out between Ben and the army guys, for pretty much no reason whatsoever, after which Johnny gives Rick Jones Kort’s wallet.

Out in the desert, Rick meets with Banner, who’s upset because he can’t convince anyone that the Hulk is not the saboteur. From there, Rick goes to return Kort’s wallet. Peeking inside, he sees a card for a “subversive communist-front organization.” Kort is literally a card-carrying communist. Kort reveals he is really the Wrecker, and he takes Rick hostage.

Meanwhile, again for no reason, the Thing is testing out the army’s new rocket sled. Part of the track has been destroyed, and once again everyone suspects the Hulk. Banner tries to convince them that the Hulk is innocent, but, again, no one will believe him. So Banner has no choice but to retreat to the desert, to his secret lab, where he reluctantly douses himself with gamma rays and transforms into the Hulk.

The Fantastic Four explore the underground caves beneath the rocket sled, and the Hulk is in those same caves. The Hulk and the Thing meet face-to-face, in what the caption describes as “one of the most dramatic moments in the history of adventure-fantasy.” Of course they fight, up through the caves, and to an abandoned Old West ghost town outside. The Hulk easily takes out Reed, Sue and Johnny, only to have the Thing slow him down with a “piledriver punch.” Only it wasn’t all Ben, but a beam from underground that also struck the Hulk. There, our heroes discover a giant robot, which the Wrecker used to frame the Hulk. Ben destroys the robot, and Sue, while invisible, disarms Kort and saves Rick. The Hulk flees, to go change back into Banner.

It’s a big happy ending as Reed and Banner shake hands and the soldiers salute the FF. Then, a day later, the Hulk is out in the desert swearing that this is not the last time they’ll meet.

Unstable Molecule: Reed’s role in this issue is mostly as an authority figure, as his smarts and reputation are what inspire the army to ask for his help.

Fade Out: She can’t fight the Hulk, but Sue makes quick work of the armed saboteur.

Clobberin’ Time: This episode is a showcase for Ben, as he first talks big about defeating the Hulk, and (with a little help) actually defeats the big green guy.

Flame On: In this issue, Johnny’s flames have a telekinetic quality, as they’re able to lift Kort’s wallet without burning it. He and fellow teen Rick Jones don’t quite along.

Trivia Time: This is the first time another Marvel hero guest stars in the Fantastic Four, although the FF made appearances in other comics, most famously Amazing Spider-Man #1.

This is also the first time the Hulk and the Thing fought each other. For many years, Thing/Hulk fights were always a major event whenever they’d happen in the comics. This is because the two were often depicted as equals in terms of physical strength. In recent times, though, Ben has been depowered somewhat, while the Hulk has been ridiculously strong, which is too bad. I miss getting excited about a Thing/Hulk slugfest.

This was Kort’s only appearance as the Wrecker. He’s not related to the guy of the same name from the Wrecking Crew.

The new Fantasti-Car debuts, as Reed explains that fans kept calling the previous one a “flying bathtub.” Sure enough, “flying bathtub” would go on to be the unofficial name for the original Fantasti-Car, as it still gets used many times in future comics.

Fantastic or Frightful: There are some silly parts here and there, but overall this is a really great issue. The mystery of the Wrecker is pretty obvious, but the long buildup to the fight against the Hulk works great. The threat and menace of ol’ Greenskin makes the issue an exciting read.

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Ten cent movies: 984 Prisoner of the Future

A while back, I spent a whopping $5 on this 50-movie set, Sci-fi Invasion. That adds up to 10 cents per movie. Let’s see what 984: Prisoner of the Future has to offer.

Here’s what happens: It’s the future, and a “new regime” rules the U.S. A man is imprisoned, and he doesn’t know why. As his captors try to torture information out of him, he dreams of revolution and escape.

Speculative spectacle: Every couple of years, somebody makes a “futuristic prison” movie, such as Fortress, Alien3, and, most recently, Lockout. This one is, obviously, a lesser entry in the subgenre, more interested in making a political statement than in sci-fi action. Near the end, the movie randomly introduces some robot guards, but by then you’ll be too bored to care.

Sleaze factor: Torture, torture, torture!

Quantum quotables: Warden: “No judges to bribe, no team of lawyers to hire. Gentlemen, welcome to tomorrow. Your trials were all played out yesterday. Your guilt is one of the foundations of our new order.” (The entire movie is filled with this type of jargon.)

What the felgercarb? The opening text crawl states, “Sometime in the future, a maximum security prison stands somewhere in North America.” How is that the future, exactly?

Microcosmic minutiae: The internet tells me that this is actually an unsold TV pilot, allegedly called “Tomorrow Man.” How on Earth were they planning to turn this into a series?

Worth 10 cents? I’m not a politics guy, so this movie isn’t my style. If you are a politics person, the movie’s “the government is bad” message is so generic and heavy-handed, I doubt you’d enjoy it any more.

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Ten cent movies: War of the Robots

A while back, I spent a whopping $5 on this 50-movie set, Sci-fi Invasion. That adds up to 10 cents per movie. War of the Robots is the most painful-to-watch one yet.

Here’s what happens: I have no idea what the hell happens! It takes place in the future (I think), where a bunch of guys with matching blonde wigs kidnap a scientist and his bosomy assistant, and then a bunch of other guys fly around in space for a while.

Speculative spectacle: Crap model spaceships, spaceship interiors that look like middle school play sets, ill-fitting jumpsuits for costumes, horrid dubbing, splotches of paint on the screen to represent explosions, fight choreography that makes William Shatner look like Donnie Yen – this movie’s budget must have been less than what I paid for it.

Sleaze factor: Everybody on board the ship seems more interested in the love triangle between the heroic captain, the buxom scientist’s assistant, and another female crewmember. Why bother with saving the universe when there’s so much juicy gossip to be had?

Quantum quotables: Check out the flirtatious banter:

Hunky Guy: “Since the captain doesn’t even notice you, despite the torch you’ve been carrying for him for quite a while, why don’t you just drop him off on the satellite, and take the rest of us back home?”

Hot babe: “That’s a good idea. I’ll remember to apply it to you when you’re on a remote planet somewhere in the galaxy, far away where nobody can find you.”

What the felgercarb? Nothing makes sense. Who’s the bald dude with the loincloth, and why does he join the crew? Why do all the robots have matching blonde wigs? What is the scientist’s plan, exactly? Why can’t someone explain to me what’s happening?

Microcosmic minutiae: Because it’s 1978, of course there’s a rip-off lightsaber battle. The movie doesn’t actually call them lightsabers, though – they’re “Imperium Swords.”

Worth 10 cents? Not even the most mind-altering of drugs can save this one. I want my dime back.

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Fantastic Friday: That’s impossible, man

Re-reading the Fantastic Four comics from the start. Superman has Mr. Mxyzptlk, Batman has Bat-Mite, and, in issue Fantastic Four #11, the FF meet their version, the Impossible Man.

Our story begins in the “hobo jungles” where an alien appears out of nowhere, saying he’s from the planet Poppup. He wants their food, but the hobos will only give him food in exchange for money. (“We’re legitimate hobos,” one of them says.)

With a “pop” sound effect, the alien transforms himself into a jet, and flies to the nearest bank, where he turns into a tiny insect to crawl under the vault door. He helps himself to the cash, and then turns himself hard as steel to deflect the guards’ bullets.

The Fantastic Four are called in to investigate. They find the alien stuffing his face at a fancy restaurant, much to the annoyance of the other customers. (“He’s pretty durn hungry,” Ben says.) Reed nicknames the alien Impossible Man, and I will now nickname him Impy. Impy says there are so many natural disasters on his homeworld that evolution has allowed his people to change form at will to protect themselves. (Have fun with that one, creationists.) Why did Impy come to Earth? What is his master plan? He doesn’t have one – he’s on vacation!

A fight breaks out. Impy grows spikes to puncture the Thing’s rocklike hide, he turns into a bag full of water to douse Johnny’s flame, and he transforms into a dart to escape Reed’s stretching hands. Impy causes more trouble out in the street, where he turns into a monster to steal a car. He takes to the sky and is chased by Johnny, and when the National Guard shows up, he turns into a bomb and threatens to blow up the city, only to have Reed throw him up into the sky at the last minute. Back on the ground, Impy recovers and says Earth is like one big party, and he plans to stay forever. That’s when Reed comes up with a plan – ignore Impy, and he’ll go away. Word spreads around the world quickly, and, in true silver age comics fashion, it actually works. People everywhere ignore Impy’s antics, and Impy leaves the Earth due to pure boredom.

This issue also features a backup story, in which beleaguered mailman Willy Lumpkin shows up with a bag full of fan mail. Willy wants to join the group, hoping his ability to wiggle his ears can grant him membership. Sorry, Willy, but maybe you can try Prof. Xavier’s school. They accept all kinds of weirdoes. As the FF reads all the letters, we get what is basically a FAQ for the series so far. The origin story is retold, and one-panel recreations of fights against the Skrulls in issue 2 and Dr. Doom in issue 4. We learn a little more about Ben and Reed’s friendship, establishing that they served together in World War II. Some of the letters say Sue contributes nothing to the group, and the others disagree, reminding her (and readers) of all the times she’s rescued them. They then surprise her with a birthday cake. And here she thought they’d forgotten.

Unstable Molecule: Reed saves the day by his using his brains, again. When there’s a baddie too powerful to fight, Reed instead finds another way.

Fade Out: Impy refuses to fight Sue, on the grounds that she’s a girl. He even turns himself into a bunch of flowers so he accidentally hurt her. In the backup story, several pages are spent making the argument that she’s a valuable member of the group.

Clobberin’ Time: In the backup story, Ben gets another prank gift from the Yancy Street Gang (a boxing glove on a spring right into his face). He temporarily turns human again for a few minutes, as another of Reed’s temporary cures kicks in.

Flame On: Johnny is the only one who puts up a real fight against Impy, forcing him to the ground by creating a hypnotic pattern of flame in the sky. Unless, of course, Impy was just faking…

Trivia Time: Although generally considered one of the biggies in the FF’s rogue’s gallery, the Impossible Man won’t be seen again until issue #176. Even after his return, he’s normally depicted in comedic stories, as a mischief-maker as opposed to a full-on villain.

This is also the first appearance of mailman Willy Lumpkin, a favorite comic relief character. He’s gone on to have a long history in Marvel Comics, meeting a wide range of Marvel heroes and villains. He even dated Spider-Man’s Aunt May for a while.

Fantastic or Frightful: According to oh-so-reliable internet rumors, this was not a high-selling issue. The kiddie-friendly tale with the Impossible Man is probably to blame. It’s OK to have a mostly comedic issue, it’s just that this one is too thin, lacking the “high adventure” feel of the best Fantastic Four tales.

Next week: Hulk smash!

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Ten cent movies: Hands of Steel

A while back, I spent a whopping $5 on this 50-movie set, Sci-fi Invasion. That adds up to 10 cents per movie. Let’s get futuristic with Hands of Steel, which was obviously released in some places under the name Atomic Cyborg.

Here’s what happens: It’s the post-apocalyptic future. An evil industrialist sends his astonishingly ‘roided up android, Paco, to kill an environmentalist who is popular with the people. Paco gets in touch with his human side, though, and takes the fight to the bad guys.

Speculative spectacle: The Terminator is clearly an influence here, with a hugely musclebound dude playing the android.

Sleaze factor: Bar brawls, killing guys with a single punch, a little android/woman lovin’ and a finale in which our hero dukes it out with a lingerie-clad female martial artist. Yeah, it’s got the sleaze.

Quantum quotables: “Not bad. But you’re a goddam jackass for drivin’ in that acid rain back there. Now it ain’t worth much more than a bucket of rust.” –A futuristic used car salesman, talking the talk

What the felgercarb? Paco’s signature move is to cross his arms in front of himself with his palms facing inward, and then giving a double backhand slap to his opponents. And this kills them!

Also, a time-filling subplot in the middle of the movie has our robotic hero entering an arm-wrestling challenge, temporarily transforming this from a Terminator rip-off to an Over the Top rip-off.

Microcosmic minutiae: John Saxon of Nightmare on Elm Street and Enter the Dragon (and dozens of other great films) shows up as one of the villains. A true professional, he out-acts everyone, taking the part seriously even though it’s clearly low-budget schlock.

Worth 10 cents? The anti-pollution message is as heavy-handed as heavy-handed gets, but the android-fightin’ post-apoc cheese is worth all ten pennies.

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Ten cent movies: The Eyes Behind the Stars

A while back, I spent a whopping $5 on this 50-movie set, Sci-fi Invasion. That adds up to 10 cents per movie. Now it’s time for 1978’s The Eyes Behind the Stars. (How can they see anything from back there?)

Here’s what happens: A photographer is abducted by aliens while taking pics of a model out in the woods. Police launch an investigation into what happened to him.

Speculative spectacle: It’s a proto X-Files with all the alien abduction stuff, except that the aliens look more like silver-suited Martians from a 1950s sci-fi flick.

Sleaze factor: Very little. We spend most of the movie with the cops, who are all stuffy and formal while on the case.

Quantum quotables: Cop #1: “It’s very curious, inspector. This dog’s alive. It appears to be blind, sir.” Cop #2: “Yes, it certainly is odd. Well, leave me alone with him.”

(Who’s the odd one here, inspector?)

What the felgercarb? It’s another in a long line of “Italians pretending to be Americans” movies, complete with astonishingly bad dubbing (Half of the time, the movie is in England, the other half in America).

Microcosmic minutiae: Once the military gets involved with the case, one character is addressed only as “Wing Commander,” and suddenly I’m wishing I was watching that movie instead.

Worth 10 cents? Just dreadfully boring. The guy is abducted by aliens in the first few minutes. The rest of the movie is people investigating his disappearance, even though we in the audience already know what happened to him. Totally NOT worth the dime.

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