The Earth Dies Screaming (1964)

Who would have guessed that behind a movie with the title “The Earth Dies Screaming” sits a hidden gem. To start, yes, the acting is horrible, and the effects of the budgetary constrains are more than obvious. But aside from that this movie has some aces up its sleeve.

Well, I say aces, but I guess their is only one. Even though the story is very, very simple. It is basically a very standard “earth has been invaded and a small group of survivors remain”-premise. It has found a way to give such a boring overdone plot an excellent build up right until the end. Granted, it completely falls apart right before the end credits roll across the screen. But oh boy, does it keep you on the edge of your seat.

Apart from that, it is your typical cult classic British sci-fi horror movie. Heck, the only thing it misses is a blue telephone box and a strange dude with a long scarf and it would have been an excellent Doctor Who episode. More so because the alien invaders are very reminiscent of an early iteration of the Cybermen. The only thing they lack is a catchphrase.

So, if you like movies like “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers” (this movie comes no where near), or the sixties Doctor Who, than go give “The Earth Dies Screaming” a try. It’ll only cost you one hour of your life.

What I learned from watching:

  • I guess the Earth is female.
  • When somebody is being creepy, just shoot him.
  • Booze is every man’s solution during the apocalypse.
  • A 40-foot antenna is all you need to plan your invasion, just hope nobody blows it up.

Score:

Movie:Meh

Cheesiness:Good

Total:Fair

INFO

Title: The Earth Dies Screaming
Year:
1964
Genre: Horror / Sci-Fi
Duration: 1h 2min
Director: Terence Fisher
With: Willard Parker, Virginia Field, Dennis Price

A crack test pilot lands to find the planet has been devastated by some unknown forces. There are a few survivors, so he organizes them in a plan to ward off control by a group of killer robots.

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