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Moon Zero Two

Although Hammer was best known for horror films, their entry into horror actually came by way of science fiction. Up until the 1950s, Hammer was pretty much your average low-to-medium budget production house, cranking out a lot of comedies, adventure, and war films. In 1955, however, the studio released a film featuring a popular sci-fi television series character by the name of Professor Quatermass. The movie, known as either The Quatermass Xperiment or The Creeping Unknown, was a blend of science fiction and horror, as was popular at the time, and it ended up being a big hit for Hammer. Encouraged by the film’s success, they dabbled in a few more sci-fi horror films, including X: The Unknown in 1956 and a second Quatermass film, Enemy from Space, in 1957. Like The Creeping Unknown, both of these films featured elements of sci-fi and horror. But then the studio released Curse of Frankenstein, Horror of Dracula, and The Mummy in quick succession, and before you could blink twice, Hammer was the House of Horror. Their previous, largely successful forays into science fiction were all but forgotten as the studio repurposed itself to produce almost nothing but Gothic horror films for the next decade. Eventually though, even Hammer couldn’t ignore that the space race had sparked interest in science fiction.

1968 was a big year for science fiction. 1969 was a big year for science over science fiction. In April of 1968, Planet of the Apes was released. Less than a week later, Stanley Kubrick released the game changing 2001: A Space Odyssey, featuring the world’s most recognizable temporary soundtrack. The two of them represented a quantum leap forward in the quality of science fiction film making and the way in which they were regarded by both the public and film critics. Before 2001: A Space Odyssey, even serious science fiction films weren’t taken very seriously. Movies like This Island Earth, When Worlds Collide, and Forbidden Planet did their best to show that science fiction movies could be meaningful and respectable, but decades of cut-rate quickies generally eliminated whatever goodwill bigger-budget efforts generated for the genre. Not that I’m really complaining; I’ve never felt that a movie genre had to be taken seriously by the mainstream to be taken seriously, and I’ve never felt that a film of any genre had to be respectable, either. But for some people, those things are a big deal.

England’s Hammer Films had the misfortune of releasing their nicely decorated but somewhat tepid science fiction romp Moon Zero Two in the wake of 1968′s two big genre-changing films, and as a result, Hammer’s effort comes out looking decidedly small-scale and quaint. Perhaps even more crushing, Hammer released their breezy little moon adventure movie in 1969 and wound up competing directly with the actual Apollo moon landing. While a vision of the moon that included scantily-clad dancing girls and scotch dispensers appeals to a certain sensibility (mine), in the end Moon Zero Two just couldn’t beat out Neil Armstrong actually hopping around on the surface of the moon, even though the real moon ended up not having any dancing girls or scotch — at least, one assumes, until Alan Shepard got up there with his golf clubs.

If Moon Zero Two got lost amid the shuffle of big-budget science fiction films and bigger-budget reality that seemed like science fiction, then no great crime has been committed. Moon Zero Two isn’t really all that great a film, though it has enough goofball late ’60s decor and outlandish costuming to make it an entertaining visual experience even if it fails to be much more than “middling” as a film. Part of the problem is that Hammer’s forays into science fiction during the previous decade had been very much of the “thinking man” style of science fiction. While the theories in them may have been daft and half-baked, at the end of the day they were serious-faced films about serious scientists solving serious scientific mysteries by using serious science. Ten years later, Moon Zero Two dispensed entirely with the notion of science fiction being in any way intellectual and instead went for a rootin’ tootin’ space western. Now, I ain’t no egghead bemoaning the dumbing down of the science fiction genre (maybe I am, a little). I like a good sci-fi action film just as I like a good sci-fi film full of guys in tweed suits sitting in a lab and fiddling with props while they discuss inverse quantum molecular accelerators being used to rephase the creature into its own dimension. Or, you know, whatever. My problem with Moon Zero Two striving to be a rootin’ tootin’ space western is that there’s very little rootin’ or tootin’ in it.

In the future, the Cold War space race is waged between two cartoon representatives of the United States and the Soviet Union, who spend so much time engaged in Spy Vs. Spy level hijinks that it makes room for England to become a powerful player in the realm of space exploration. Captain William H. Kemp (James Olson, who would go on to star in The Andromeda Strain, a better but less attractively appointed science fiction film) and his partner Karminski (Ori Levy, who seems to have worked mostly in Israeli films) are a couple of freewheelin’ space salvage pilots in the year 2021. They also give off a particularly homoerotic vibe, though that could just be Karminksi’s Tom of Finland mustache doing the talking…the sweet, sweet showering together talking. Unfortunately, they don’t turn out to be lovers, at least not out in the open, so my hopes for a gay film in which being gay isn’t the theme of the film, but rather just another background detail remains unfulfilled. The duo seem moderately successful in the wild west of moon life circa 2021, but as is always the case things could be better. And things seem like they might be getting better when Kemp is contacted by moon tycoon J.J. Hubbard (Warren Mitchell, a familiar face from both the Secret Agent and The Avengers series), who wants Kemp to help him rope an asteroid that is basically one giant, orbiting sapphire.

It seems like a pretty sweet deal except that Hubbard, who probably should have been wearing a ten gallon hat and shouting “Yee haw!” as he danced around and shot the space equivalent of six shooters into the air if this movie really wanted a proper western vibe, has a sneering, prig-faced henchman (Bernard Bresslaw, with a performance that channels the pure essence of Stephen Fry) hanging around all the time. As any good space cowboy knows, anyone who employs snooty, sour-faced henchmen probably has some evil ulterior motive. Also, if that billionaire minces about in a purple tunic while wearing a monocle and sporting a pointy goatee — come on, man! Complicating things even further is that a mysterious woman named Clementine (former Bond girl and future Space: 1999 star Catherine Schell) is poking her nose into the plot. It seems that her brother, a moon miner (or “mooner” I assume) has vanished, and she suspects foul play. Naturally, Kemp will get involved with her so the movie can convolute itself a little by working in a whole claim jumper angle, since if you are going to make a space western, you have to cram in the plot cliches of every terrestrial western you can think of.

Screenwriter Michael Carreras certainly seems intent on making sure no western movie trope is left out of the script. He definitely seems more invested in that than he does in stitching together a plot that makes much sense or keep viewers interested. And so we get a procession of familiar wild west references, only with “lunar” attached to them. For instance, everyone hangs out in the lunar saloon, which I can’t decide if I should call a salunar or samoon. Needless to say, as was required by law at the time, the saloon is frequented by Michael Ripper (this time in a…a…pardon me, but is that a vinyl flannel shirt???). The saloon has its own dancing girls, but instead of a saucy can-can show, they wear psychedelic body stockings and perform acts of abstract modern dance, since we all know that there’s nothing hard drinkin’ miners, be they mining moon rocks or coal, like more than to watch abstract modern dance. There’s also a barroom brawl, though since all the alcohol is dispensed from one of those futuristic booze machines (the eventually evolutionary culmination of the Jagermeister dispenser), there are fewer broken whisky bottles than is appropriate, and they don’t get to do that thing where a dude slides another dude down the length of the bar and through a bunch of abandoned drinking glasses — which is probably for the best, because I seriously doubt this movie would have been able to resist accompanying that classic barroom brawl move with a slide whistle sound effect.

There’s also a local sheriff in the comely form of Adrienne Corri (Vampire Circus), though unlike other sheriffs of small old west frontier towns, she gets to parade around in thigh high PVC boots and a purple miniskirt (High Noon would have been such a better film if…). She and Kemp are supposed to have some sort of flirtatious rapport, but frankly, Kemp’s romantic chemistry with his bear of a buddy Korminski is far more convincing. Ultimately, Clementine is Kemp’s romantic interest, because the hero always has to fall for the distraught but determined woman looking to avenge her brother’s murder. Other old west cliches grafted onto the year 2021 include the aforementioned claim jumper subplot, space Wells Fargo, and gunslingers who sling guns in considerably less exciting fashion than usual since everything is done in slow motion in order to convey that sense of low, low moon gravity. It’s sort of like watching a gunfight filmed underwater. Or a zero G fist fight. Do we really move in slow motion in zero gravity? How did that become a thing?

Moon Zero Two is considered by most people to be an amiable misfire, and I can’t really argue against the assertion. The movie wanders from beginning to end with the languid saunter of a ranch hand checking fence posts, and it never really achieves any sense of excitement or wonder, sort of like a ranch hand checking fence posts (even moon fence posts). But that said, and we’ll dig into the negatives with a bit more detail eventually, there’s still a lot about this movie that is, if not right, then is at least entertaining — which is far more important, in my book. Most obviously, there’s the art direction. It’s a matter of public record how fond I am of futuristic designs a la the 50s, 60s, and 70s, before Alien, wonderful movie that it is, condemned us to endless decades of sci-fi films set in poorly-lit metal corridors, populated by people in cargo pants. Have you ever seen the inside of our actual space station? You know what they have up there? Lights. Moon Zero Two seeks to recreate the look of 2001: A Space Odyssey, mixing the streamlined design of the jet-set swingin’ sixties with the more outrageous and groovy aspects of the latter half of the decade — all filtered through the perception of a bunch of old British guys. The results are always eye-popping and usually totally absurd, like what might happen if Hammer transported the swingin’ hippie-mods of Dracula AD 1972 to the moon.

Perhaps the most glorious absurdity dreamed up by the costuming department is the bizarre lampshade-cum-badminton shuttlecock hat that Clementine sports from time to time. The rest of the outfits are glorious and probably of a design familiar to anyone who appreciates such things — a blend of 1960s styles with a dash of Ancient Greece thrown in, plus lots of guys in turtleneck sweaters. Women, of course, favor wigs of unnatural, metallic colors, while the men prefer to sport muttonchop sideburns. Spacesuit designs vary between the big, bulbous-helmeted baggy suits from the Destination: Moon era of cinematic space suit design to the more slim cut, shiny plastic of the 2001: A Space Odyssey era. The hard shell suits may look cool, especially since they come in a variety of vibrant colors, but they seem perhaps a bit ill-designed for easy operation in the cramped quarters of a spaceship or lunar rover. But then, sometimes you have to make sacrifices in the name of looking good.

It’s a vision of future fashion for which I still hold out some hope. I mean, come on. If America has lost interest in the exploration of space, is it because the Cold War ended, thus eliminating the bogeyman mortal enemy who spurred us on to conquer space before the red planet became a planet of reds? Or is it because our astronauts give interviews from the International Space Station while wearing drab polo shirts instead of turtlenecks, Nehru jackets, and a jaunty Ascot? Would the ISS not be a better place if the European Space Agency, instead of contributing logistics transport vehicles and a pressurized lab, had sent up an expansion module full of Swedish dancing girls and an Italian fashion designer armed with nothing but translucent plastic discs and some aluminum foil?

Unfortunately, we didn’t chose to go that way, even though things looked promising once Alan Shepard was up there swatting golf balls around. I mean, where golfers go country clubs, Johnnie Walker Blue, and mistresses are soon to follow, right? I don’t know what went wrong, but the combined artistic visions of Moon Zero Two and The X From Outer Space somehow didn’t result in the moon getting its own swingin’ nightclub. Heck, we never even thought to let astronauts pick their own spacesuit colors. We make them all wear white or orange when I know some of them are yearning for a sweet mauve spacesuit. And I don’t know what jackass forgot to install the scotch dispenser on the space shuttle, but come on! The idea of outer space as the wild west seemed logical enough, but that wild west manifest destiny land rush petered out, and rather than ushering in a future full of seat-of-the-pants space adventure and wild west lawlessness, space exploration became a drab Earth-orbit industry, and the wild west lawlessness was reserved for the internet.

Ludicrous as the art design may be for Moon Zero Two, I love it. Sylvia Anderson must have been influenced in some way by Moon Zero Two when she designed the awesome costumes for Gerry Anderson’s television show UFO (well, awesome except for the string vest uniforms of the submarine crew). Moon Zero Two isn’t quite as outre in its design as, say, Barbarella or Danger! Diabolik, but hey — those were all Italians and French guys. Moon Zero Two was a bunch of old British guys. It must have taken every ounce of his willpower for writer/producer Michael Carreras not to just suit everyone up in Harris Tweed space suits. Luckily, most men are also dirty old men, so no matter what they might have thought of crazy hippie fashion and weird pop arty fiddle-dee-do, there was no way the lads at Hammer weren’t going to get Catherine Schell into a skimpy little space bikini at some point.

I also really like the miniatures and model work. The designers of Moon Zero Two‘s spaceships and lunar rovers had the benefit of working at a time when actual moon vehicles were being unveiled, so they took those real-world ideas and taped some extra crap to them, then called it a day. I mean, are you going to really design a better lunar lander than the lunar lander that actually made a lunar landing? Just add a whiskey dispenser to that baby, and you’re ready to go. The moon city is also a beautifully intricate model, as are the various moon outposts. The extensive miniature work makes Moon Zero Two look less like 2001 and more like a Japanese sci-fi film, or maybe one of those wild and ridiculous sci-fi films Antonio Margheriti was cranking out down in Italy around the same time. That’s all pretty cool with me. While 2001: A Space Odyssey may have gone and raised the bar for the quality of special effects in science fiction movies, there was still plenty of room for the more modest sort of miniature work done in films like this one. Sort of how like The Beatles ushered in the beginning of the end for Elvis, but there was still plenty to love about Elvis.

For the most part, the acting is typically Hammer, which means solidly professional. American James Olson doesn’t exactly look the part of a two-fisted space cowboy, but I reckon sometimes even heroes suffer from receding hairlines. He’s able and charismatic in the role though, and easy to get along with. Ori Levy is there to crack wise, Adrienne Corri seems to think she’s in a more serious movie than she is, and Catherine Schell is…well, she’s a very beautiful woman. The heavies are obviously hamming it up mightily. Bernard Bresslaw’s dim-witted henchman Harry seems like he might have wandered in from one of the Carry On films (actually, he did — Bresslaw was a regular in that series), and he goes through the entire movie with a cartoonish look of utter disdain and disapproving snobbishness. Warren Mitchell plays a villain with a monocle and a billowy purple shirt, and he knows exactly what kind of performance that outfit demands. In general, it’s a bunch of actors delivering appropriate performances for the material, which is light, slight, and not terribly serious-minded.

And then something goes really wrong. You have good actors. You have insane costumes. Bright colors, spaceship models, moon buggies, Catherine Schell in a little space bikini, Ori Levy with his space gay cop mustache, space dancing girls in giant space cowboy hats — man, everything about this movie should be awesome. And if all you ever did was watch it as a visual experience, it would be pretty awesome indeed. But this is a movie, not a bunch of drawings, so ir behooves the film to provide us with a story. The story isn’t that great, but it’s serviceable enough. The execution of that story, however, is where the balloon wheels start to come off of Moon Zero Two‘s moon buggy. It’s like a hyper little kid asked his stuffy old grandpa to tell him a story involving sexy space girls, space cowboys, lunar gunfights, and scotch machines, and the grandpa proceeds to take all those individually wonderful elements and plant them in a meandering story told in a remarkably dry and listless tone.

Carreras and Baker just can’t find the energetic vibe this movie needs to succeed. 1969 wasn’t an especially productive year for Hammer. Besides Moon Zero Two, their only other film of note was Frankenstein Created Woman. It was the beginning of the rocky, rudderless era that would see the studio struggle and fail to stay culturally and financially viable. As confused and ultimately fatal to the studio as that period was, it resulted in some of my favorite Hammer films. I was sure, upon seeing stills from the movie, that Moon Zero Two would be among those movies, but it doesn’t live up to the visual promise. It’s a record you put on in the background. It’s fine as dressing, but when you start to pay attention to it with anything more than a passing glance, it’s too evident how boring the production is.

I suppose you can chalk it up to Hammer treading into unfamiliar, experimental territory. I don’t know, really. Baker was a good director. When Hammer first decided to try their hand at science fiction films again, they put Baker in charge of 1967′s Quatermass and the Pit, one of my favorite movies. But that was an older-school style of science fiction, again with elements of horror blended into the mix. While his experience with that film may have made Baker the obvious choice for Moon Zero Two, the difference between the two types of films shows that science fiction is a huge and varied genre, and the right director for one style of science fiction film is not necessarily a good fit for another style of science fiction film. Case in point — as great as I think Quatermass and the Pit is, the final resolution of the film is, I feel, somewhat weak. After building up such great tension with an old school approach to sci-fi storytelling, the conflict is resolved with an action sequence in which James Donald has to scurry up a crane and use it against a giant alien apparition. It supposed to be a nail-biting action sequence, but its pretty lackluster and leaves one thinking, “Really? That was the end?”

Moon Zero Two is a style of film that demands a director with a deft hand at action, and Baker just isn’t up to the task. As a result, the whole of the movie feels sort of like the awkwardly paced, oddly unsatisfying final action sequence in Quatermass and the Pit. I know I should be having fun. I know the movie has all the pieces I consider requisite for making something fun. But the fun never sticks around for very long, popping from time to time like Michael Ripper making a cameo appearance. Once the movie was over, I just sort of shrugged and thought, “well, that was a movie.” I do think the art design and costuming make the film worth watching. As a fashion experiment, it’s a lot of fun. As a visual experience, it’s a feast. But as a rollicking, two-fisted outer space adventure, Moon Zero Two simply doesn’t have the energy its appearance demands.

Release Year: 1969 | Country: England | Starring: James Olson, Catherine Schell, Warren Mitchell, Adrienne Corri, Ori Levy, Dudley Foster, Bernard Bresslaw, Neil McCallum, Joby Blanshard, Michael Ripper, Robert Tayman, Sam Kydd, Carol Cleveland | Screenplay: Michael Carreras | Director: Roy Ward Baker | Music: Don Ellis | Cinematography: Paul Beeson | Producer: Michael Carreras

13 thoughts on “Moon Zero Two”

  1. Bernard Bresslaw and Catherine Schell (come to me baby)! We need ask for no more in a movie.

    Must get ahold of this. (Can’t believe I’ve never heard of it.)

  2. It was missing on DVD for years here in the US, then got released on a wonderful double feature disc with When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth. Unfortunately, it was a limited edition Best Buy only release, now out of print and demanding ridiculous prices on Amazon Marketplace. I’d like to see someone do a new release of it. Because even though it’s not that great a film, it’s good enough that it should be available.

  3. Pah! 2001 didn’t have that awesome theme tune. Neither did the moon landings (Aaron Copeland doesn’t count).

    Nor did either have Michael Ripper in a plaid workshirt made of vinyl, calling Catherine Schell ‘little lady’ in his Portsmouth accent. Seriously, where did they manage to find plaid vinyl??

  4. I sold this dvd on Ebay and the final price was basically $US retail. Should I have hung onto it and used it as a nest egg for my old age or will I end up eating dollar store cat food when I’m 70? Only time will tell.

  5. Fifth bunch of pictures, top right…who is that gorgeous creature? Yowza!

    Too bad the movie doesn’t live up to the images, because man, the space bikini and the villian in the purple toga with the monocle…just as great as I imagined them to be.

  6. Her name’s Simone Silvera, and as far as I can tell, she’s never done anything else. But the one thing she did, as you can see, she did VERY well

  7. Speaking of “When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth,” did you see the news story that Victoria Vetri shot her boyfriend a few weeks ago?

  8. I think it must have been written into James Olsen’s contract at this stage of his career that he had to have a nude scene in every film: this one, ANDROMEDA STRAIN, CRESCENDO … Very understandable, since, although he wasn’t handsome and, as you say, was visibly losing his hair, he had a very nice body indeed – well toned, but not overmuscled to the point of looking silly, unlike a certain governor of California.

  9. I saw it for only about the second time a short time ago (the MST version on YouTube). I have a complaint about the ending that you might not have, but it will sound like I’m taking this escapist story a little too seriously. At the very end, the heroes of the story, who till then had been almost the “squeaky clean” kind, get really ruthless with the villains, in that “anti-hero not playing by the rules” way. Which maybe wouldn’t bother me if it had started out that way, but it didn’t really look right squeezed into the end of the movie.
    I somehow expected a real “savaging” of this movie from MST, which kept me away from the episode for a long while (I watch that show much more for the nonsense jokes, so hearing a whole STRING of the insult jokes gets boring for me). Instead, it was a pretty easy-going episode when it came to that.
    My only question is, which part did Carol Cleveland play? Was she one of the dancers by any chance?

  10. I own the double feature DVD, and I didn’t realize it had gone out of print. There’s still a new copy for retail price sitting on the shelf at my local Best Buy.

  11. I disagree with you completely about the ending of Quatermass and the Pit.
    I think that movie is complete in every way. The best scifi ever.

  12. I’m one of those people who encountered this film via multiple Saturday morning/Friday afternoon screenings on ITV throughout the 70s and grew to love it dearly. It will always be one of my favourite feelgood movies, it’s many faults – quite rightly identified here – not withstanding. After making do with a couple of VHS sourced DVD-Rs, I can now watch it whenever I want in all it’s 16:9 glory thanks to Warner’s Archive Collection, and the world seems a happier, friendlier place because of it.

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