The Angry Red Planet Page #3

Synopsis: The first spaceship to Mars, presumed lost, is found in space and brought back to Earth by remote control. Only two from an initial crew of four are still alive, but one is unconscious due to an attached alien growth, while the other is traumatized, blocking out all memory of what happened. In hopes to save the unconscious crewman, the amnesiac is interrogated back into remembering. Those in charge thereby learn of the terrible dangers awaiting anyone venturing into the spooky, ruddy stillness of the very alien Martian ecosystem.
Genre: Adventure, Sci-Fi
Director(s): Ib Melchior
Production: American International Pictures (AIP)
 
IMDB:
5.2
Rotten Tomatoes:
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NOT RATED
Year:
1959
83 min
162 Views


Of course.

That might also explain

why the plants don't move.

No breeze.

I wonder...

Could it be...

Intentional?

Intentional?

I know it sounds unreasonable,

but it just doesn't

seem natural.

You mean, you think

it's controlled?

What beings could possibly

exercise such fantastic control?

Well, there's one

way to find out.

I'm going out there.

Tom, wait, I--I

don't want you to--

no, no, no, we'll all go.

It's about time Iris and I

had a chance to use

some of this expensive

lab equipment of ours.

All right.

Get your suits.

You know something, Professor?

It's the first time

in my life I've

ever really been scared.

There's nothin' out there except

a bunch of crazy plants.

It takes a brave man to

admit his fears, Sam.

We're all afraid of the unknown.

Yeah.

Yeah!

You okay, Irish?

Mm-hmm. I'm actually looking

forward to start to work.

You know,

I can't say that I recommend

space suits for

beautiful young dolls.

What happened to all

your lovely curves?

No, Sammy! Some of the creations

I've seen in New

York store windows

didn't look too much better.

Yeah, well, I'm convinced that

all fashion designers

are woman-haters.

Ahh!

Dr. Ryan, what is it?

What happened?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

All I know is...

It was horrible.

All right,

all right.

You rest now,

and we'll talk to you later.

Nurse, sodium aluminol,

2 1/2 grains.

Yes, doctor. Intravenous?

Yes.

She's obviously had

a tremendous shock.

She has a mental block.

Her mind refuses

to remember something.

You noticed her

memory is already

beginning to take on a

quality of unreality.

We must know what happened.

A man's life, perhaps

more, depends on it.

I know.

Suppose this alien

infection spreads

to all of us.

Every moment counts.

What about the tapes?

Any result?

We've gone through

nearly all of them.

Empty.

Dr. Ryan must remember.

What about narcosynthesis?

Well, it's our only hope.

But she's pretty weak.

She ought to get some rest

before we use drugs.

Her mind might snap

if we forced her

to remember the horror

she has so carefully obliterated

from her conscious level.

Would she be able to remember

what actually happened?

She'll be able to remember

anything familiar

quite normally.

Although, when we

penetrate her mind block

into her suppressed memories,

her recall will be

undoubtedly colored by

her mind's own interpretation

of what she experienced.

In effect, whenever

she's remembering

anything that was alien,

frightening to her,

we'll see it as her mind saw it.

Exactly.

And remember,

her mind had to save

itself by forgetting.

Dr. Gordon.

How is he?

Is he getting worse?

I'm afraid so.

We don't know what it is

we're fighting, Iris.

And I'm the only one

who can help you,

by remembering.

There is a way you can force me

to remember, isn't there?

There is.

Then use it.

Dr. Ryan,

you've had quite an ordeal.

You need to build

up your strength.

You need rest.

The shock of forced

memory recall

under the influence of drugs

can be dangerous for you.

And how long can he wait?

Please, Dr. Gordon.

What is it, Irish?

The port outside.

Tom, it--it was horrible.

Stay with her, Sammy.

There's nothing there, Irish.

But I saw it!

What did you see?

It was like a huge

distorted face, with--

with 3 bulging eyes.

But there's nothing there now.

I tell you, it was there!

Hey, 3 eyes!

What a crazy Peepin' Tom, huh?

It was staring right at me.

There's nothing moving.

There's nothing there.

You don't believe me, do you?

Hey, everybody.

C'mon, with all this

waitin' around,

it's a wonder I didn't

get to see the thing.

I did see it, Sam.

I really did.

Please,

couldn't you just make

believe you didn't?

I'd be much less scared.

If that thing is out there,

we won't find out

about it in here.

You're so right.

Let's go out and take

a look, Gettell.

Irish, you stay here with Sammy.

Not on your life,

Colonel O'Bannion!

I'm going, too!

Well, hey, wait for me!

Check your oxygen gauge.

Okay.

Now, this'll be S.O.P.

Even though these intercoms

carry for miles,

I want you to always

stay in sight of me.

Sam, your ultra-sonic freeze

gun hooked up alright?

Yes, sir.

Why don't we check it?

That plant over there.

All right, huh?

Yeah!

Very all right. Wow!

The pickup mikes are on, Tom.

I heard it shatter.

What about you? Yes, it checks.

Loud and clear. 4-by-4.

All right, let's go and see

what's in that jungle.

Come on, Irish.

Wait a minute. I won't be long.

It's amazing.

Just let me make

a preliminary examination.

If you ask me, I

think we oughta make

a preliminary examination

for martians.

We can stay here for a while.

You cover that side

and I'll stay here, Sammy.

Okay.

Fantastic.

All the characteristics

of plant life,

but hardly any chlorophyll.

And there seem to

be indications of--

of a nervous system.

Nervous system?

Well, it looks like it.

Of course, I'll have to make

some more specific tests.

What about the minerals?

Well, I haven't found

anything yet to contradict

the theory that the basic matter

throughout the

universe is the same.

But, I have run across

some most unusual

chemical combinations.

These vines

are almost like

fingers.

Where are you going, Irish?

I'm tracing this vine.

I'm curious to see

where it comes from.

You'd better stick close to me.

Oh, Tom, really!

I know you think I acted like

an hysterical female

back at the ship.

But I assure you, I'm perfectly

capable of taking

care of myself.

I won't get out of your sight.

Have it your way,

Irish.

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Now, Sam! Get it!

You all right, Irish?

I think so.

Just let me count to 10.

Count to 100 if you like.

I'm all right now.

Hey, what was that thing?

It's a giant carnivorous

plant, Sam.

It feeds by trapping animals

and digesting them,

live.

Lotsa luck. Here, come on,

take a look. Take a look.

If it weren't for you and Tom,

that could've been me.

Well, at least we know there's

animal life up here, huh?

Now he tells me.

It's remarkable.

You were right, Iris.

This is more than just a plant.

It's a low form of

neuromuscular vegetal creature.

What do you say we call it a day

and go back to the ship?

I agree.

We've had enough excitement

and swashbuckling

for one day, hmm?

I'm for that.

Any "swash" I ever had

just came unbuckled.

Let's go.

I'm sure glad the

boys in ordnance

developed you, baby.

I think I'll call ya

Cleopatra

'cause you're such a cool doll.

Ah, and believe me, Cleo,

you and I will never part.

Never.

Here, Sammy,

for your scrap book.

Hey, what a handsome couple.

Look, colonel,

me and my new pinup.

There must be other

creatures around.

You better take

care of that thing.

You never know what

else we'll find.

Or what'll find us.

Oh well,

chin up, Sammy boy. Chin up.

You know, Sam,

there's only a little

bit of difference

between keeping your chin up

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Ib Melchior

Ib Jørgen Melchior (September 17, 1917 – March 14, 2015) was a Danish-American novelist, short-story writer, film producer, film director, and screenwriter of low-budget American science fiction movies, most of them released by American International Pictures. more…

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