O Primeiro Homem no Espaço

A not too exceptional fifties science fiction film involves an impulsive astronaut who can't follow orders. The up side is that it has allowed the program to go ahead by leaps and bounds; the down side is that he is out of control. On a dangerous mission, he breaks through the earth's atmosphere and finds himself in orbit. While there, he passes through some space dust which coats his ship and him. The ship comes down, an automatic parachute breaking the fall (sort of hard to swallow) and when it is found, Dan is gone. We finally get to see him. He is in a monster suit that is impenetrable (actually it's his skin). He also has a lust for as many pint of bloods as he can get his hands on. He goes on a killing rampage. Hs brother, who warned him about his lack of coach-ability (spoilsport), is trying to save him while other work to do him in. He ransacks a blood bank and siphons several innocent people. The movie shots of space are better done than most, but the acting is stiff and uninspiring, with dull sets and little real action.

I also saw this movie in 1959 as an 8-year-old. I went to the theater with my "older" friends, they were like 11-12. The movie scared the wits out of me; I hid my view behind the person sitting in front of me, my friends never let up on making fun of me. This was the first time I had gone to the movies with non-adults...big mistake! The monster was scary and creepy. It haunted me for years. In fact, I probably had some persistent subliminal turmoil over the movie. Fast forward to 2008 and I found the DVD to rent. I watched again, and guess what? The movie is still scary! It's pretty high-camp and was made on a limited budget, but the creepiness is still there. I suppose the fact that the back line story is believable makes it even more scary. Watching it with my wife probably exorcised some demons. Funny how movies can move us, positively or negatively. All my 60 years I can still rehash this event when I was eight. Still the scariest movie I ever saw. I dig it.

Marshall Thompson plays a naval officer whose brother, a hot shot test pilot, manages to get about 250 miles above the earth. Said brother then returns looking like something that crawled out of the La Brea Tar Pits. This creature goes on a rampage, seeking blood from humans and cows. It returns to its senses, somewhat, at the finale, and explains what happened in space.

But getting to the finale is a chore, because there is mostly talk, and too many people acting unwisely. For example, the creature breaks into a blood bank at night, tears off a door, and creates a lot of noise. A nurse goes to investigate, and walks calmly past the smashed-in door, without bothering to get help first. Some people deserve to have their blood drained.

Supposedly set in New Mexico, the mostly British cast do a decent job disguising their accents, but their uniforms and spelling ("authorised") give them away.

First Man Into Space has its low budget limitations, but it's story is a corker. It's one of the few 50s science fiction stories that question non-atomic technology: how far sure man go? What are the consequences of his thirst for knowledge and experience? This time there are no invading aliens, no throbbing radioactive brains from another planet, and no marauding killer tree stumps. We are simply confronted with a man who crosses a line and tries to come back. It helps that he looks like The Incredible Melting Man, but this is a movie that does more than simply shock the audience.

1958's "First Man Into Space" was an early Richard Gordon British production starring Hollywood import Marshall Thompson, though not as well regarded as "Fiend Without a Face." The most intriguing name associated with this entry is that of actor/writer Wyott Ordung, whose original story was titled "Satellite of Blood," a more promising moniker than anything that ended up on screen (he previously scripted "Robot Monster" and "Target Earth," and directed Roger Corman's "Monster from the Ocean Floor"). Director Robert Day was retained from Gordon's two Boris Karloff vehicles, "The Haunted Strangler" and "Corridors of Blood," and Italian actress Marla Landi went on to a pair of Hammer films with Christopher Lee, "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and "The Pirates of Blood River." Thompson is once again a no nonsense military type, here working with his younger brother (Bill Edwards) on launching man into orbit, only his sibling is the daring reckless type who craves the glory of becoming the first man into space. To this end he disobeys orders to turn back at the proper time and continues skyward, over 300 miles above the earth's atmosphere, where a shower of cosmic dust envelops the ship and sends it back down to a landing near the New Mexico air base. A series of murders follow the discovery of the wrecked vessel, yet no sign of its missing occupant, and the film plays as a mystery for the on screen characters when the audience knows damn well who's responsible. This was a virtual blueprint for the 1977 Rick Baker effort "The Incredible Melting Man," jettisoning all exposition with the affected astronaut immediately going on a killing spree (the much better known "Alien" was essentially a remake of the earlier Thompson feature "It! The Terror from Beyond Space," depicting a deadly creature on the loose inside a cramped spaceship). Viewers could be forgiven for believing that they'd be treated to a George Pal-type special effects extravaganza on early space travel, the lifeless first half lacking even real conflict between the brothers, the final result proving a disappointment to both them and the patrons who prefer a monster (tiny moon craters embedded in the makeup). The climax attempts to humanize the menace, forced to devour human blood to replace the lack of oxygen, but the thrills just aren't there.