Okay, pals and gals--the first resident in our cinema cemetary is none other than Edward D. Wood's masterpiece (?) "Plan Nine From Outer Space", universally recognized as being the worst movie of all time (or is it? Try sitting through "Reptilicus" or "Manos: The Hands of Fate" sometime...). For the benefit of those who've lived in a cave without a VCR the last few dozen or so years, here's the scoop on Ed Wood's magnum opus...
Our Story begins at a funeral for Bela Lugosi's wife; it must be a silent ceremony, since the minister delivering the services (he's reading from his bible) isn't moving his lips. Shortly following the services, a flying saucer (played by a hubcap) lands at that cemetary and, wouldn't you know, revives Bela's recently-buried wife,(played by Vampira, a TV horror-movie hostess and the Elvira of her day) who then scares her grave-diggers to death...or something.
Soon, out on a space-station that resembles a Tootsie-Pop minus the stick, we are introduced to the waspishly-effeminate Ruler (John Breckinridge), who has been spearheading the saucers' activities. He then sends in Eros (Dudley Manlove) and Tanna (Joanna Lee), the aliens who've been stirring up trouble at the nearby cemetary; it turns out they've stumbled at eight previous times to contact us earth-folk, and have now resorted to using the dreaded Plan 9. "Ah yes," The Ruler replies. "Plan 9 deals with the resurrection of the dead. Long-distant (sic) electrodes shot into the pineal and pituitary glands of recent dead..." They are instructed to return to earth using only the three revived corpses and only one saucer; with this kind of planning, it's easy to see why the other eight plans bombed so badly...
Before long, the aliens send the pseudo-Bela out to spook the Trent residence. Lt. Harper (the poor-man's Dick Tracy) and Army Colonel Tom Edwards (Tom Keene)are also there to get the low-down on what's been going down at the nearby boneyard. When the not-quite-Bela shuffles in--with his cape over his face, natch--Eros and Tanna fire their "decomposure-ray" at The Ghoul Man, reducing him to a skeleton clad in an opera cape. Before long, Jeff, Lt. Harper, and Col. Edwards decide to get to the bottom of things at the cemetary. Harper puts his top-cop, Patrolman Kelton (Paul Marco), in charge of guarding Mrs. Trent. Kelton is the prerequisite bumbling "comic relief" in this movie; needless to say, he makes Barney Fife look like Sherlock Holmes. Soon, while Jeff, Harper and Edwards are gone, Kelton is overcome by his late superior, Inspector Clay, who then kidnaps Mrs. Trent.Much has been said by many (especially the snooty Micheal Medved in his contemptable "Golden Turkey Awards") about the rock-bottom cheapness of "Plan Nine" and how it affected the movie: scenes shift instantly from day to night to day again because Wood couldn't afford day-for-night processing, for instance. The cemetary where most of the action takes place is too obviously a set: a furry dropcloth with trees and cardboard tombstones that wobble at the slightest touch are meant to give the impression that, yes, this is a graveyard. The patio furniture that Jeff and Paula Trent have out on their porch can also be seen inside their bedroom. The cockpit of Jeff's airliner is simply conveyed: a doorway with a shower curtain, two chairs, and two control-wheels for the pilots...truly minimalist set-design, to say the least.
Then there's Wood's skills as a both a writer and a director. According to all I've ever read about the guy, Wood didn't have very much talent in either area of expertise, but he had an endless supply of sheer enthusiasm, not unlike Mickey Rooney in those old movies where he'd get the other kids together (along with Judy Garland) and whip up a huge Busby Berkely-choreographed production. The differance here, of course, is that Wood had to scrape by on what was available to him...which wasn't much. Wood's style of writing is truly amazing. His unique style adds to the (unintentional) hilarity of "Plan Nine"; his dialogue ranges from the curiously-redundant... Colonel Edwards:This is the most fantastic story I've ever heard. Jeff Trent: And every word of it's true, too.Colonel Edwards: That's the fantastic part of it. Paula Trent: Now, don't you worry. The saucers are up there. The graveyard is out there. But I'll be locked up safely in there.
...And on and on and on. This film is a treasure-trove of blundered syntax and badly-delivered lines; Paula Trent's above reassurance was supposed to be delivered with her head moving first up, then to the boneyard, then the Trents' house...but Mona McKinnon's head stays as steady as a rock throughout. Wood the director doesn't do much better than Wood the writer. Somehow, he doesn't seem to bring all these peculiar components in his story to gel together as a coherent unit, as if he took a whole bunch of different elements that he thought would make a spooky film and slapped 'em together like some kind of weird celluloid collage (the Lugosi footage, for example). On the other hand, even worse films have been made that are even more incoherent than "Plan Nine" by directors who seemed to care a lot less than Wood did towards what was destined to be shown on that silver screen ("The Beast of Yucca Flats" would be a perfect example). So then...after all is said and done, we must ask ourselves this searing question: is "Plan Nine"The Worst Movie of All Time? Well, there's no denying that it's among the cheapest movies of all time--one screening will confirm that statement. I suppose it depends on your definition of what a "bad" movie really is. My own definition of a truly bad movie would be one that cares so little about its audience that it becomes that thing no movie should ever be...dull. And in spite of...or in this special case, maybe because of...all of its many failings, "Plan Nine From Outer Space" manages to make its modern audience laugh its collective ass off, entertaining as very few films have ever managed before. That may also very much apply to the other movies collected on this website...these are flicks that do manage to entertain in spite of themselves. As long as they're fun to watch, that's really what matters. Ed Wood made movies that actually were even worse than "Plan Nine" (rent "Glen or Glenda" or the Wood-scripted "Orgy of the Dead" and you'll see what I mean), but this strange little grade-z movie remains his most watchable movie...something more than "The Worst Movie of All Time" can ever imagine achieving. Inflict it on your friends tonight! --Jeff "Widget" Myers