April is the cruelest month. Get all excited by trailers for X-Men (May 1), Star Trek (May 8), Terminator (May 21), Night at the Museum (May 22), and Ice Age (July 1), and then THIS is the "feature"?
This is the quintessential "up to you" movie. While Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino's Grindhouse tried to recreate the 1950s double-feature movie experience (complete with bad framing, scratched pictures, and missing reels), this 2009 release tries to recreate an actual 1950s alien-invasion movie. And it does a fine job of it, if that's your cup of tea, right down to the chintzy crashed UFO and the monsters in rubber suits.
There's a scientist, of course. There always is. This one has his body taken over by Urp, a marshal from outer space, who's trying to track down the monstrous, tentacled, sometimes invisible, huge-eyed alien ghota before it can start reproducing. After a bit, even the astronomer's dolled-up, perpetually hot-to-trot wife notices something amiss. Meanwhile, the local teens continue their running feud with the cops, who continue to doubt the odd things they claim to have seen. Many of the scenes take place in the local diner, whose PM- shift waitress becomes the unlikely heroine.
The best use of a scientist I've seen in such a film was the tongue-in-cheek Tremors, in which we get the standard scene of all the townspeople standing around speculating where the giant worms might have come from. Space aliens? Radioactive mutants? Evolution run amuck? They all turn to look at the scientist, who says "How should I know? I'm a geologist!". And that's that!
The only bit in Alien Trespass that comes close to this is when the young hot-rodder wants to go scope out the new cars and his friends try to persuade him to go alien-hunting instead. "Edsels will be around forever", they reassure him. Of course, that line might very well have occurred in an actual 1957 film.
Aside from that 1 bit, they play it absolutely straight. And, if I were reviewing it straight as well, it would share a 2 with this week's other miscarriage (Dragonball Evolution). But I admit to a certain nostalgia for this kind of thing, so it ends up smack in the middle.
This is the quintessential "up to you" movie. While Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino's Grindhouse tried to recreate the 1950s double-feature movie experience (complete with bad framing, scratched pictures, and missing reels), this 2009 release tries to recreate an actual 1950s alien-invasion movie. And it does a fine job of it, if that's your cup of tea, right down to the chintzy crashed UFO and the monsters in rubber suits.
There's a scientist, of course. There always is. This one has his body taken over by Urp, a marshal from outer space, who's trying to track down the monstrous, tentacled, sometimes invisible, huge-eyed alien ghota before it can start reproducing. After a bit, even the astronomer's dolled-up, perpetually hot-to-trot wife notices something amiss. Meanwhile, the local teens continue their running feud with the cops, who continue to doubt the odd things they claim to have seen. Many of the scenes take place in the local diner, whose PM- shift waitress becomes the unlikely heroine.
The best use of a scientist I've seen in such a film was the tongue-in-cheek Tremors, in which we get the standard scene of all the townspeople standing around speculating where the giant worms might have come from. Space aliens? Radioactive mutants? Evolution run amuck? They all turn to look at the scientist, who says "How should I know? I'm a geologist!". And that's that!
The only bit in Alien Trespass that comes close to this is when the young hot-rodder wants to go scope out the new cars and his friends try to persuade him to go alien-hunting instead. "Edsels will be around forever", they reassure him. Of course, that line might very well have occurred in an actual 1957 film.
Aside from that 1 bit, they play it absolutely straight. And, if I were reviewing it straight as well, it would share a 2 with this week's other miscarriage (Dragonball Evolution). But I admit to a certain nostalgia for this kind of thing, so it ends up smack in the middle.