Some movies are good because they were good; whilst, some are good because they were so very awful.I got a kick out of an extremely poor quality, 1951 sci-fi flick called, Flight to Mars. The acting was nearly as poor as the special effects. There was no emotion when, upon landing on Mars, the crew encountered a civilization that appeared just like humans. The outside of the rocket ship looked like a cardboard-covered BIC lighter and the inside looked like an ordinary room with one round window. And to top it off, it had silly dialog and a terribly-unsatisfying conclusion but, hey ... it was in Supercinecolor! Here's my final observation:
It's perfectly okay to fall in love with a Martian gal as long as she's got an enormous t-square and legs that never end!
