One has to wonder what exactly Ed Wood had been drinking when he conceived of this movie. From the paper-plate saucers with their clearly visible strings, to a scene by a crypt with acting so wooden it has to be seen to be believed, this movie is so poorly executed that it actually succeeds-as comedy. Besides, who wouldn't want to see a movie whose villain is played by the the director's wife's chiropractor?
Review of Plan 9 from Outer Space
