Debuting between the final episode of Star Trek and the release of Star Wars, Space: 1999 occupies an odd bit of real estate and has an even odder tone of voice, though it’s easier to make sense of if you understand where sci fi was when Space: 1999 aired.
When ITC commissioned then changed their mind about a second season of UFO, Gerry Anderson wasn’t one to let all the hard work that went into pre-production design go to waste. He tweaked the scenario a little and gave the proposed series a new name: Menace in Space.
You can’t really blame viewers who sat down to watch the first episode of UFO for expecting it to be pretty much the same as everything else Gerry Anderson had done, only with live actors instead of puppets. Those misconceptions about the show were quickly dispelled.
I don’t think Evil of Frankenstein deserves quite as much venom as is sometimes flung its way. It’s a misstep, sure, and a disappointing experiment, sort of like one of the doctor’s many unsuccessful attempts at breathing life into the dead.
But rocky though the 70s may have been for Hammer, Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb is a stand-out that, while perhaps not keeping pace with the company at its best, certainly makes for solid b-movie material.
Meant as the B-side of a horror double feature, Plague of the Zombies was paired with the higher profile Dracula, Prince of Darkness. Plague of the Zombies got lost in the large shadow of Hammer’s vampire juggernaut, but fans have had a chance to go back and re-evaluate the film.
For my money, the double whammy of Curse of Frankenstein and Revenge of Frankenstein represents the high water mark for Hammer horror productions. They’re simply wonderful films, perfectly connected to one another without the sequel being a derivative rehash.
There is practically nothing at all on display in this film that is surprising. The plot is a rehash of the tried and true and terribly over-used mummy movie plot involving an expedition that disturbs a mummy’s tomb only to have some mad Arab resurrect the mummy and send it out to kill those who desecrated the temple.
The Ripper has struck again, prompting the drunk who finds the body to exclaim in his best RADA Cockney accent, “Gor blimey, the Ripper! ‘e’s done ‘er in!”
Some time ago, I jetted off to London to spend a few days with a companion exploring the rich history and richer beer of that fine English town. Normally, when […]