The Beast of Yucca Flats

Flag on the Moon. Who put it there? Progress. Joseph Javorski. Scientist.

Coleman Francis sparsely narrates a bunch of footage of people driving, parking, walking around, you get the idea. So little happens that it's surreal - it follows an obscure and indecipherable logic, like dream logic, which makes the entire thing feel otherwordly. And like dreams it too stretches out a short amount of time, and is only meaningful to the person who dreamed it. Who knows what Francis was thinking, and why he decided to share it with us.

The directorial debut of Coleman Francis, the first of his infamous trilogy with actor/producer Anthony Cardoza, but the last of their films to be immortalized by MST3K. Although arguably the worst of the three, the film's bizarre incompetent quirks are almost enough to make the rest of the mind-numbing tediousness worth sitting through. However, unless you just need to see the early 60's Z-movie boobs in the uncut opening, this is something that really should only be watched in its MST3K form.

Five points for the glorious narrator.

I, too, was going to post a review that read 'Flag on the moon, how'd it get there?' But when I think about it, that would imply that this movie was fun, and without the MST3K, I'm quite sure it isn't. The pseudo-beat-poetry in the beginning might make you think something interesting is going to happen, and there are moments not long afterward where the director made some smart choices--but the rest is a series of disappointments, somnolent pacing, and unfunny failure.