Directed by: Gene Fowler Jr.
Starring: Tom Tryon, Gloria Talbott, Peter Baldwin
You know what I really like about 50’s B-movies? They had to have ridiculous names so they could advertise them and kids would come and see them, but most of the time they were actually just low-rent sci-fi stories. Like, ACTUAL science fiction, and tricking people with ridiculous advertising was the only way to get people to watch it. Now they just advertise explosions and then fill the movie with explosions and everybody’s happy. Everybody except me. I’m never happy. I’m an awful person to be around.
A woman, get this, marries a monster from outer space!! That’s the plot! Okay, actually the plot is that her fiancee is replaced by an alien the night before their wedding (ISN’T THAT JUST WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE, LADIES?! HEY-OHH!!) and she slowly starts to suspect something, like the way he doesn’t remember things about his own life or knows what thunder is or how he strangles dogs. Eventually other husbands get replaced by the aliens too, and only our original wife knows about it and nobody believes her! But then the movie has to end so they DO believe her and they hunt down the aliens and have German shepherds rip out their throats.
It’s kind of a modified version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, only it doesn’t do a good job at building suspense because the audience knows what’s going on from square one, so all you really end up doing is yelling at all the stupid people who don’t see how obviously alien these alien guys are. They try to put in some stuff about how the aliens need women because all their alien women died out and now they can’t make babies, but they do this after a major plot point involving how the main lady isn’t getting pregnant. Apparently these aliens didn’t realize that different species can’t breed together, even if you do cover a melt a guy with gas and take his face. I’m glad I learned that from this movie instead of finding it out the hard way, I’ll tell you that much. Saves me a bunch of money in melting gas.