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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

BONUS BLOG -- 1962: PANIC IN YEAR ZERO!

What’s it about?

Ray Milland packs his wife and two teenaged children into the family camper and sets off early in the morning for a fishing trip. A few hours into the mountains around Los Angeles, the family suddenly sees a bright flash behind them. When they stop to look, an enormous mushroom cloud is spreading over the city. The family at first turns back towards Los Angeles, but soon Milland begins to have his doubts about this course of action. As more and more panicked people pour out of the city towards the mountains, they first seek out a grocery store and hardware store in a small town for supplies, and then head off into the wilderness.

All does not go smoothly, however. A misunderstanding in the hardware store ends with Milland pulling a gun on the proprietor and making off with a stash of goods without paying for them. Later, another confrontation on the highway escalates until son Frankie Avalon wounds a man with a shotgun blast. Even after arriving at the secluded fishing camp, the family finds they’ve been followed by both the hardware store owner and the hoods they shot at on the road. With no law for miles, the family finds itself harassed with no choice but to fight back with deadly force. But when one of them is wounded as well, they must risk leaving the relative solitude of the wilderness and venture back to the cities again for medical treatment.




Is it any good?

I don’t know an awful lot about Ray Milland, but he was a well respected actor in the 1940s (even winning an Academy Award for THE LOST WEEKEND) who ended up acting in a lot of low budget sci-fi and horror movies in the 1960s and 1970s. Milland once reportedly said that he didn’t particularly enjoy acting, and he considered it simply a way to pay the bills. In light of that, it’s tempting to look at his transition from romantic leading man to B-movie icon as the career move of a cynical or apathetic actor. But in addition to starring in PANIC IN YEAR ZERO!, Milland also directed the picture. And he once said that the movie he was most proud of besides THE LOST WEEKEND was the Roger Corman cheap and quick sci-fi thriller X: THE MAN WITH THE X-RAY EYES (1963). So regardless of what motives were primarily behind the switch to genre pictures, he clearly had some interest in sci-fi above and beyond collecting a paycheck.

It’s hard to tell exactly where PANIC IN YEAR ZERO! wants the sympathies of the audience to be. As law and order break down around him, Ray Milland’s character pretty quickly crosses the line from law-abiding citizen to single-minded desperado doing whatever he must to protect his family. He holds up a hardware store, causes a multi-car pile-up on the highway, almost runs down a group of men trying to defend their town, and ultimately ends up blowing away two unarmed no-goodniks with a shotgun. Less egregiously, he also refuses to trust anybody outside of his family -- going so far as to turn away an abused girl looking for help before his son points out how heartless he’s being. Presumably we’re meant to think that Milland is doing what he has to do to protect his family, but that his single-minded objective obscures his judgment from time to time.




PANIC IN YEAR ZERO! doesn’t have much interest in the nuclear war other than as a vehicle for creating the lawless situation that Milland and his family must survive. There is no attendant Soviet invasion and no secondary effects from the nuclear blast beyond the destruction of Los Angeles and several other cities -- no fallout, no radiation sickness, no hint that this is anything except a temporary disruption of normalcy. The movie is surprisingly bleak in places, and it’s pretty surprising to see the “good guys” so willing to level shotguns at everybody they meet. Even the idea that Ray Milland would put a gun in Frankie Avalon’s hands and tell him to blow a guy away if he makes a wrong move is kind of crazy.

On the other hand, the dialogue and story are not that deep. The mother particularly gets the bad end of the script -- she spends much of the beginning of the movie as a kind of ineffectual conscience before her big conversion when she gets a few rounds off at the hoodlums trying to rape her daughter. Speaking of hoodlums, kids get a bum rap in PANIC IN YEAR ZERO! too. Even Frankie Avalon is depicted as far too trigger happy -- he enjoys toting around a gun too much and Ray Milland seems to think he is teetering on the verge of running wild like the hoodlums who terrorize them. Add to this the fact that the attempted rape is disturbingly scored with hep jazz music, and it starts to seem like part of this movie’s agenda is a “get off my lawn” message from a cranky old man.


Monday, April 6, 2009

1961: VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA

What’s it about?

A fancy new atomic submarine on its first mission in the Arctic Circle is buffeted by giant blocks of sinking ice. Though nobody seems particularly concerned about the fact that ice suddenly has a greater density than water, the sub surfaces anyway to see what’s going on. What they discover is that the entire sky is on fire -- apparently something to do with the gases in the Van Allen Belt igniting and bathing the Earth in deadly radiation that has already raised surface temperatures to 130 degrees Fahrenheit. (Presumably all this happened while the sub was submerged.) Two scientists aboard the sub -- one of them the admiral that designed the boat -- quickly calculate a solution to the problem: shoot a nuclear missile into the Van Allen Belt that will cause the energy to disperse harmlessly outward. (If you don’t quite follow how any of this could be remotely possible, I’m sure a science professional would be happy to explain it to you.)

The sub makes full steam for the United Nations in New York City, where the scientists plan to present their solution. However, they find that the U.N.’s scientific advisors have already decided on a bold “well, let’s just see what happens” course of action, believing that the Van Allen Belts will burn themselves out when surface temperatures on the Earth reach a mild and balmy 170 degrees Fahrenheit. (So why worry?) Not happy with this, the scientist/admiral commandeers the atomic sub, intending to launch the missile anyway. For reasons so stupid that the movie doesn’t even try to explain them, the missile must be launched from a specific point in the Pacific Ocean at a specific hour on a specific day. To save the world, the sub must make that rendezvous -- but first it must survive a bevy of underwater perils and the combined forces of the world’s navies (i.e., one other sub) trying to stop them.


Illustration copyright 2009 Dennis J. Reinmueller


Is it any good?

Golly goodness, no. VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA was produced and directed by “master of disaster” Irwin Allen, who would later be responsible for movies like THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE and THE TOWERING INFERNO. But whatever you may think about his disaster flicks (personally I like them), he is clearly not a man who cares much about science fiction. Everything about this movie is either stupid, boring, cheap, or some combination of the three. But it is a pretty good case study of a certain kind of overblown sci-fi epics that would be infuriating if they weren’t so dumb.

As in his later disaster movies, Irwin Allen pulls together a motley crew of recognizable but mostly second-string actors to fill his sub, including Walter Pidgeon, Barbara Eden, Joan Fontaine, Michale Ansara, Frankie Avalon, and Peter Lorre (in full-on slumming mode). Yet despite the medium wattage star power of the cast, none of the characters are particularly interesting. The conflict between the monomaniacal admiral and the sub’s more humane captain is meant to be a tense human drama running parallel to the end-of-the-world plot. But nobody is going to mistake VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA for THE CAINE MUTINY (or even THE GHOST SHIP) anytime soon. It’s pretty indicative of the movie’s leaden handling of its characters that it requires not one, not two, but THREE different saboteurs (all with different motives, mind you) onboard to wring the tiny bit of drama from the crew dynamics that it gets.




Effective -- or even merely enthusiastic -- special effects cover a multitude of sins in dull sci-fi flicks, but VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA falls flat on its face in this department too. Irwin Allen was a notorious cost-cutter, and it shows. One anecdote about the 1960 re-make of THE LOST WORLD has it that Willis O’Brien was slated to do stop-motion effects, just as he had in the 1925 original. But to save money, Irwin Allen instead decided to glue plastic horns onto lizards and pretend that they looked like dinosaurs instead. VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA is rarely as bad as that, but it does include the world’s most boring fight with a giant squid -- boring because its tentacles apparently only move when its victims kindly offer to thrash them about. Besides the squid, the crew also survives dull encounters with the sinking ice blocks mentioned above, an onboard fire, a couple of sharks, a giant octopus (that’s right: this movie has a giant squid AND a giant octopus), and a hostile submarine. One sequence with a field of undersea mines actually seems like it might turn out to be suspenseful or exciting, but fortunately it comes to a quick conclusion before anything really interesting can happen.

The most disappointing thing about VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA is that it clearly isn’t the product of an incompetent, exuberant madman like Ed Wood -- instead, it’s the product of competent professionals who just don’t seem to care that much. The film makers didn’t care about writing a plausible sci-fi story, or about depicting any actual undersea dangers or wonders, or about creating interesting characters, or even about showing whiz-bang special effects. The only hints of personality come from the cheesy theme song performed by Frankie Avalon, and during a short scene where Barbara Eden dances spastically to his searing hot trumpeting. But otherwise it’s just a lot of people blandly going through the motions of a forgettable sci-fi pseudo-epic.




What else happened this year?

-- Though not nearly as stupid as VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA, Charles H. Schneer and Ray Harryhausen’s THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND is one of the less interesting epic adventures those two collaborated on. Still, it features a great fight with a giant crab.
-- The world was introduced to another one of Godzilla’s many future foes in MOTHRA. (This one is a giant moth.)
-- Fred MacMurray starred as THE ABSENT-MINDED PROFESSOR in the first of Disney’s sci-fi comedies about the bouncy substance known as flubber.
-- And fans of goofy (but imaginative) B-movies should find many things to enjoy in THE PHANTOM PLANET.

If you only watch one sci-fi movie from 1961...

It’s been many years since I’ve seen it, but I remember MOTHRA being one of the best Japanese giant monster movies.