Starring Jackie Coogan, Allan Nixon, Richard Travis, Lyle Talbot, Mary Hill, Robert Knapp, Tandra QuinnĬinematography Karl Struss, Gilbert Warrentonįilm Editors W. The ritual, with popcorn or beer, has the beneficial side effect of cleaning out the cranial synapses, like a good motor oil additive. The crazy thing is that, given the right audience chemistry, these jaw-droppingly silly shows have found a new life as an irresistible kind of interactive group entertainment: Viewers can't resist heckling the screen with facetious comments. All three were probably guaranteed theater-emptiers back when exploitation double bills were a license to bore people to death. And the third is a 'what were they thinking?' exercise in minimalist idiocy. The second is a modest, legit English effort that simply collapses under the weight of a laughable script and pitiful production values. One picture is a fairly elaborate independent production by the same kind of inept professionals as Edward Wood. It gathers three of the more notorious examples of bad filmmaking into one potent package not recommended for viewers unaccustomed to Triple-Z 1950s filmmaking.

Image's Femme Fatale Collection is almost scary. Savant can always find a reason to enjoy a low-budget Science Fiction film, even the ones that are dated, unconvincing, dramatically nonfunctional or bereft of the minimal requirements of cinematic competence. Devil Girl From Mars, The Astounding She-Monster

Devil Girls by Ed Wood