There’s always a case to be made for a British B movie, particularly in the sci-fi genre. It’s admirable how films like Unearthly Stranger attempt to capture Avatar levels of inter-spacial intrigue with nothing more than a blackboard and a lab-coat. The great Freddie Francis manages to tap-dance his way through at least half-an hour of They Came from Beyond Space with nothing more to offer in terms of props than a piece of paper with a drawing of a circle that has the word ‘moon’ written on it. In a British film, that’s all you need; the rest is left to our imagination.
A dying race of aliens set up a base on the moon; these ‘moon-men’ send a deadly plague down to the earth. Authorities are left with large piles of corpses which have to be disposed of to avoid infection, and these bodies are secretly sent to the alien moon-base so that the devious beings have bodies to inhabit! Exciting, huh? Well, calm your jets, because this is a British film, and the story runs secondary to men in trilbys sitting at desks, visiting quaint petrol stations, drinking tea and generally hanging around. Robert Hutton plats Dr Curtis Temple, sent in by authorities to find out what’s going on after some meteorites fall to Cornwall in formation. All the ladies fancy Temple, and once he gets going, that’s no surprise; he’s a one man Rambo/James Bond, and after threating to ram his vintage car through the gates of the alien facility, he leads a one man mission to the moon which leads him to none-other than the Master of the Moon, played by Michael Gough and his colourfully dressed minions pictured above.
This madcap and rather charming movie is somehow based on a book called The Gods Must Hate Kansas, but the story has been re-located to the UK to ensure maximum drabness. The sets are left over from the Dr Who sequel Daleks Invasion Earth 2150 AD, the ray-guns look home-made and the wonderful character actor Zia Mohyeddin gets to wear a galvanised colander on his head in an effort to stop the moon-men from reading his mind. Allo Allo’s Bernard Kay also turns up as an alien as further incentive to ironists; this is a fun film with big ideas, and the PG certificate correctly suggests, little to offend unless you’re a moon-man.
Churlishly described on release by Variety as ‘poor’, They Came from Beyond Space looks anything but on blu-ray, with lots of exterior shots that make 1966 Britain look as quaint as a Ladybird children’s book, and the space-ship interior is deliriously camp when it finally appears. Far better than the mangled print that sometimes turns up on TV, this is a lovely restoration of a very eccentric yet memorable sci-fi programmer, and a disc that’s a lot of fun to have around. Extras are less than plentiful, but there’s an original UK trailer and an affectionate audio commentary with film historian David Del Valle and regular Trailers from Hell contributor and filmmaker David DeCoteau
Thanks to Lisa Richards PR and Studio Canal for access to this title.
THEY CAME FROM BEYOND SPACE is available to buy on Blu-ray, DVD and Digital formats in the UK from today, 8th March 2021 via the link below.
Men in triblies drinking tea?! Sign me up!
That is the spirit. Pipe smoking, lengthy conversations while leaning on mantelpieces, everything one loves about British science-fiction…
You had me at maximum drabness, this looks perfect. Great review, as always.
Thanks. I’d seen this on tv recently, and didn’t rate it. But I love this kind of drabness, and somehow blu-ray really brings out the wonderfully dull quality! Glad to hear that someone else digs the drab!
I watched that Dr Who non-canon movie. so I’m not sure I’d want to subject my eyes to the same props all over again.
I can see that…
I love it! That looks so much fun, I want the goggles and collander!
I think Booky has got a few tin foil colanders that are in reserve at any given time! He can’t wear more than one at a time…
Mine’s red and plastic, will have to upgrade.
The colander can be plastic, as long as you have tin foil to cover it…
Sounds a bit Heath Robinson, I’ll just get a new shiny metal one.
Ok, when will you have it? Ironmongers should be open for essential supplies…then we’re off to the moon!
You can never wear too many tinfoil hats at once!
Good morning Cap’n Booky!
Well, we’ll see if it’s good or not in a couple of hours 😀
Aye aye Cap’n!
That’s a fact. I knew you’d have some tips…
I’ve got an extra big stash of them on the Love/War Boat just in case we run into an alien invasion during our World Tour Cruise.
Sorry, cruise cancelled due to yesterday’s bad behaviour.
I thought we all were exemplary yesterday?
Nope
Since when have you started using “nope”?
Since I had to deal with such bad behaviour in my comments. Sad!
Sounds like you’ve got a room full of hooligans. Have you tried to give them stuff to pacify them? and tell them how nice and wonderful they? I bet you could buy them off….
I gave them some nice pictures of colanders but somehow it doesn’t seem to be enough…
We were, he wasn’t. Tried to cancel our cruise and NOW he’s on about a trip to the moon. Completely bonkers.
I have a sneaky feeling I have seen this on a double bill back in the day. The men in trilbys sitting at desks were a giveaway for a sci fi effort though I guess that was always a British trope. If they complained about the tea, we were in a different kind of film.
I found this approach very dull back in the day, but it sparks joy now. The more mundane the setting, the more nonsensical the story. I admire the lo-fi quality of these films…very British in their restraint!
I’d be disappointed if there were no ladies looking like the ones on the poster. Is it possible that’s just a tease?
I was going to do one of these ‘what they promised’ vs ‘what you get’ picture comparisons, but no voluptous moon-women here, you get men with tin-foil colanders on their heads.
Talk about a bait and switch. I think I’m going to boycott this one on general principle.
I think everyone is going to want one of these colander tin foil hats; you’ll be missing out…
Not my style. Toques in the winter, berets in summer.
toque
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a woman’s small hat having a narrow, closely turned up brim.
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a close-fitting knitted hat, often with a tassel or pom-pom on the crown.
Aye, good luck with your pom-poms, tassel-freak!
I don’t have any toques with tassels currently, but I’m not against them. You stick to your tin-foil colanders then. I’ll be back wearing my beret soon anyway.
You’ll set off fraggle, you know she didn’t know what cat-fishing was until you came along? Well, now she knows…you don’t see Paul Rudd wearing a beret…
Understanding catfishing is an essential online tool to protect yourself against predators like you. Not against genial, beret-wearing tourists. Now let me finish my breakfast baguette.
At least I’ve done what I can to protect her from fake-Frenchmen like you….enjoy your inglorious bagette!
I will. Saving a croissant for Fraggle if she drops by. Nothing for you though. Tant pis.
Ooh Merci beaucoups!! Love croissants, any coffee to go with?
You’ll be tant pis in a minute, sunshine!
Any coffee? This is France! A cornucopia of blends to choose from. Do you want me to save you a piece of the chocolate-glazed espresso cheesecake?
Sigh
Yes, yes, I really do!