A 50s atomic-anxiety post-apocalyptic science-fiction 3D B-movie where a species of moon aliens (men in giant gorilla suits and diving helmets with antennas on them) have exterminated the human race using their “death ray.” That is with the exception of about 5-8 immune survivors who live on a dry patch of LA desert, and who spend most of their time playing “house”/frolicking around in the nearby canyon (the children trying not to be bored, the adult couple pawing each other…

One of those rare perfect alignments of material and maker: an oddball-stylist with a deep ion for weirdos and old science-fiction/horror B-movies, and the ultimate symbol of both in the “worst director of all time” Edward D. Wood Jr. A true no-budget avant-garde outsider artist whose deployment of poverty row resources and every bizarre, meager and technically incompetent Halloween store trick he managed to improvise to get his films made; using stock/repeating footage, comically artificial sets/VFX, completely nonsensical dialogue for…

"In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... You know what they did?"
"No idea."
"They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever."
"What a pain! I'd just go get laid."

Still probably the definitive cinematic depiction of romantic longing and loneliness, and its painful relationship to the age of…