12 to the Moon (1961) has one redeeming feature: nine years before Apollo 11 its tale of the first landing on the moon was courtesy of spaceship Lunar Eagle!
Other than that this is mostly so bad its good: wooden acting, embarrassing dialogue, pointless plot elements, possibly the worst science to grace the silver, er, flat screen.
The acceleration couches are actually lawn chairs!
When our two heroes find themselves in a lunar cave and suspect there might be air, they take their helmets off simultaneously! Then they start smooching at absolute zero.
We learn that the god like aliens love kitty cats for no reason explicated.
When the alien gods "freeze" the spaceship in vacuum it becomes covered in ice, then later thaws.
After the alien gods freeze the earth's atmosphere solid, world leaders meet in emergency sesson but later are said to have been in suspended animation. Huh?
The captain is a muscleman who has the mentality of the dead football players on Beetlejuice.
Leadership consists of struting around showing off his bulges, calling all hands meetings to repeat what he had just told them over the radio, and holding his head in his hands complaining how bad the situation is.
Ya gotta love these old flicks for at least having a sense of wonder lacking these days.
What are you favs?
Other than that this is mostly so bad its good: wooden acting, embarrassing dialogue, pointless plot elements, possibly the worst science to grace the silver, er, flat screen.
The acceleration couches are actually lawn chairs!
When our two heroes find themselves in a lunar cave and suspect there might be air, they take their helmets off simultaneously! Then they start smooching at absolute zero.
We learn that the god like aliens love kitty cats for no reason explicated.
When the alien gods "freeze" the spaceship in vacuum it becomes covered in ice, then later thaws.
After the alien gods freeze the earth's atmosphere solid, world leaders meet in emergency sesson but later are said to have been in suspended animation. Huh?
The captain is a muscleman who has the mentality of the dead football players on Beetlejuice.
Leadership consists of struting around showing off his bulges, calling all hands meetings to repeat what he had just told them over the radio, and holding his head in his hands complaining how bad the situation is.
Ya gotta love these old flicks for at least having a sense of wonder lacking these days.
What are you favs?
"--Granted, that's a worse case scenario. The destruction might in fact be ... limited to our own galaxy."
