Ah, the Fifties: when aliens so advanced that they can travel thousands of miles between seconds can be defeated by guys driving trucks with weapons they built in two months. When people could be followed by a flying saucer on Monday, and not mention it to their army general father until the next day over dinner. When spacesuits that scientists claim they are unable to to damage can be pierced with bullets. When a vital part of communicating with aliens was have dead batteries in your tape recorder so the alien voices would slow down. When most of the world moved at 24 frames per second, but spacecraft moved at 12. When a woman would expect credit for her work, but proudly demand to be called “Mrs. Doctor Russel A. Marvin.”
I’m so glad we’ve left all this behind and moved into the unassailable logic of movies like Argylle and The Beekeeper.
Also: The lead scientist is named Dr. Marvin, and I kept waiting for Dr. Marvin Monroe to show up.
