This is a remarkable look at what passed for racy in 1961. Though it promises sex, it actually delivers a healthy suntanned nudist colony travel flick set in South Florida. The amount of cheap is astounding! The rocket ship interior is actually an old DC-6 prop job probably left to rust at Opa Locka airport near Miami. The moon colony is Florida's wierdball Coral Castle (though the director did manage to not show the traffic passing on nearby US 1.) The space helmets and rockets are toys available in any toy store of those years (I played with some in the film as a kid.) and the spacesuits are paper mache. I doubt the producers paid any of the nudie cuties (some not so cute), probably harvested from an actual nature colony, several of which are still located in the area. Science is totally ignored as the moon has not only Earth gravity, but also blue skies and white fluffy clouds that look like, um, South Florida. And the supposedly unmarried star actor hasn't bothered to remove his wedding ring.
The best thing about the film was the cool 1959 Pontiac convertible the stars drive to the spaceport, even if it does have a dent in the left side. Still, the film was good for a laugh, and a sense of awe of what could be passed off as a theatrical flick in those days. Get it from Netflix. What can you lose?
The best thing about the film was the cool 1959 Pontiac convertible the stars drive to the spaceport, even if it does have a dent in the left side. Still, the film was good for a laugh, and a sense of awe of what could be passed off as a theatrical flick in those days. Get it from Netflix. What can you lose?