Phantom from Space

The story is mainly about people running up and down hallways and stairs. I hope they got paid double for all their huffing and puffing. Oh yeah, there's also something about an invisible man in a diving helmet and pajamas. From the way he breathes, he ought to have his adenoids checked. I think he's from outer space, but more likely he's a diving school flunk-out. What can you say about a cheap snoozer like this with its no-name cast. Heck, there isn't even a sexy girl to keep us guys in the back row entertained. Between all the pseudo-scientific palaver and the sprinting back and forth, there's not much left to look at. My guess is it played one or two drive-ins farthest from town, and then disappeared like the phantom in the movie.

A low budget sci-fi that has been undeservedly overlooked, for it achieves (within its B Grade limitations) a good deal of suspense and has a plot which veers unexpectedly into some non-formulaic territory.

'Phantom From Space' is a more thoughtful, interesting and likeable exploitation of 1950s UFO hysteria than many of its better known contemporaries.

Looked at solely from a technical and directorial perspective, "Phantom from Space" is a far better film than you'd expect. The acting is consistently competent, and the director keeps things moving briskly, without the longueurs that afflict most low-budget films. Scenes often use multiple camera setups, virtually unheard-of in films shot in a couple of days.

I have to take exception to the reviewer who complained about the cheapness of the special effects. They are exceptionally good, done by Howard Anderson, at that time one of Hollywood's leading opticals/effects houses. They wouldn't be out of place in a bigger-budget film (eg, "Abbott and Costello Meet the Invisible Man").

Don't get me wrong. This is not a particularly good movie, its principal problem being the lack of a compelling story. Had it had one, it might have become a classic.

W. Lee Wilder's science fiction debut was 1953's "Phantom from Space," elder brother of comedy specialist Billy Wilder ("Some Like It Hot"), 'Willie' was described by his younger sibling as 'dull,' and truth be told it sadly comes across on the screen. Though he helmed two decent vehicles for Lon Chaney (1950's "Once a Thief" and 1955's "Manfish") his genre outings can only boast of a general lethargy encapsulated in this early sci-fi entry. With a title like "Phantom from Space" the audience is treated to 72 minutes of dimwitted on screen stereotypes trying to catch on to what we already know, that there is an alien human on the loose, his two (unintended) murders and one explosion discussed rather than shown, depicted by a no name cast that at least boasts some faces familiar to seasoned viewers. When they're not seated in Wilder's own cramped office or chasing around Griffith Observatory, they venture only so far as Griffith Park again (but not Bronson Caverns). To avoid costly special effects the invader is conveniently invisible without his spacesuit and diving helmet, in fact nothing is learned about who he is or where he came from, and the poor sap expires without even an acknowledgement of his purpose on Earth. Boredom kicks off early with stock footage and lazy narration, though there is a female lead of sorts, at least Noreen Nash's pretty scientist possesses more aptitude than the military morons on display. Among the cast members can be spotted Michael Mark (Ludwig, father of Little Maria in "Frankenstein"), who saw bigger parts this decade in items like "Attack of the Puppet People" and "The Wasp Woman," James Seay from Wilder's upcoming "Killers from Space," and Peter Lorre's underworld nemesis in "The Face Behind Mask," Rudolph Anders going on to play Boris Karloff's closest confidante in "Frankenstein-1970." W. Lee Wilder did several more titles for his newly formed Planet Filmways company, many of which were scripted by his son Myles - "Killers from Space," "The Snow Creature," "Fright," "The Man Without a Body," "Spy in the Sky!" and "Bluebeards Ten Honeymoons."

Shot exclusively in Griffith Park and the observatory. Always empty, this observatory; no visitors, no staff - maybe they were invisible? Lots of talking. Nobody knows anything. Consistent plot points: keep the reporter away, put your hands in your pockets, appear confused. Lots of running. A noisy dog. More running. Theremin squealing. More running. More barking. Possibly lethal flash bulb. More running. "And now it's morning." THE END.

HOWEVER the colorized version has wonderful textures and hues; worth watching for at least a few minutes.