Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Sadly Over-hyped

A film with more than the usual spoiler issues. Talking about it in any detail feels akin to handing you a gift-wrapped present and saying, "I hope you like it -- It's a thriller about a diabolical secret experiment."

Great movie. Not sure what people expected but I found it highly entertaining.

Missile To The Moon has to be one of the wilder science fiction films the Fifties came out with. It has cheesy special effects, lousy plot, scantily clad females, and a dying civilization. All the ingredients to make a cult classic.Michael Whalen and Richard Travis have constructed themselves a moon rocket that they have in Whalen's backyard. Government funds have shut down the project. But Whalen is going back to the moon, yes I said back because he came here years ago from there on a secret mission. The lack of a crew is remedied by Whalen drafting a pair of escaped convicts Gary Clarke and Tommy Cook who've busted out of jail and took refuge in Whalen's space ship. Amazing how fast one can get astronaut training in a pinch. Travis and his girlfriend Cathy Downs also come on board and the five get to the moon.Whereupon they find a shrinking civilization living in caves led by Queen K.T. Stevens. I can't go into the rest but in the short time this film runs we meet rock monsters, giant spiders, and a doomed moon with only women running things. That's what Whalen was sent to earth for, to get a spaceship so they can all escape.In a word this film is bizarre. In fact all the players look like they're in terrible need of ExLax. I would to if I had to summon up enough abilities to make this story any kind of credible. It gets two stars from me, the second star for the sheer audacity of bringing this one to the big screen. It must have been drive-in hoot in 1958.

Fans of serious science fiction need not bother. In fact, to call Missile to the Moon a "science fiction" movie is something of a misstatement. "Fiction" – sure. "Science" – not on your life. Any resemblance Missile to the Moon may have with actual science is purely coincidental and, most likely, unintentional. But that doesn't mean it's not entertaining. Taken for what it is (a 1958 low-budget drive-in b-movie), it's not half bad. Sure, the rock creatures look fake and the giant spider is obviously a puppet and the inhabitants of the moon are straight off an Atlantic City beauty show runway, but all these things only add to the fun of the movie. It's kooky stuff like this that always seems to appeal to me. Don't take it too seriously and you just might enjoy it. There are a couple of other positives. One, the film is nicely paced so that at only 78 minutes it doesn't overstay its welcome. And two, the movie looks far better than it should given its meager budget. I'd say that the cinematographer, Meredith M. Nicholson, got it right. In the end, Missile to the Moon may not be the greatest movie ever made, but as a piece of entertainment, it's certainly better than its 2.4 IMDb rating. For what it's worth, I'll give it a 6/10.

A quintet of folks -- stalwart Steve Dayton (stolid Richard Travis), his plucky gal pal June Saxton (pretty Cathy Downs), kindly old scientist Dirk Green (affable Michael Whalen), brash escaped convict Gary Fennell (sparky Tommy Cook) and his whiny buddy Lon (jittery Gary Clarke) -- fly off in a rocket ship to the moon. The discover a race of attractive lunar ladies led by the blind the Lido (essayed with lip-smacking relish by K.T. Stevens) who are running low on oxygen and want to leave their planet as soon as possible. Clumsily directed with total seriousness by Richard Cunha, with plain cinematography by Meredith Nicholson, flat acting, a trite, talky script, an overwrought full-bore orchestral score by Nicholas Carras, sluggish pacing, laughable dialogue, tacky (far from) special effects, and uproariously obvious cardboard sound stages, this infamous nifty 50's low-budget sci-fi camp classic provides plenty of goofy entertainment and a sizable number of unintentional chuckles. The rock monsters in particular are a total hoot; they resemble pumped-up pernicious versions of Gumby. The giant fake rubbery puppet spider likewise makes for a positively gut-busting shoddy sight to behold. Moreover, the lunar ladies are all undeniably lovely, with Nina Bara clearly copping the top honors as the selfish and insolent Alpha. Good, silly kitsch fun.

Five people--including a youthful pair of criminal escapees--blast off for the moon. But one of the five--the spaceship's designer--goes through his four pages of script a little too quickly and expires mid- journey. Trading their less than authentic moon rocket jumpsuits for even less authentic zero-gravity apparel, the surviving four narrowly escape ridiculously sluggard rock creatures on their way to b-movie sci-fi cave #26a where, after finding a burning torch and removing their oxygen masks, they are overcome by sleeping gas (aka smoke).They fall awake on set "2" which, for this movie, has been transformed from a low-budget b-movie throne room into a... low budget b-movie throne room. Enter the Queen--excuse me the Lido. And after her the girls: Miss Nomer, Miss Treated, Miss Understood and Miss Shapen... you get the picture. And of course Alpha, played by Miss Congeniality.Right here this b&w non-classic goes colour: Green with envy and seeing red, the lady who played Barbara Billingsley on "Leave it to Beaver" (here the token earth woman) gives a black-hearted Alpha the wedding bell blues. But backstabbing (literally) Alpha isn't about to give up Barbara's man without a fight--or in this case sentence of death, which was probably easier to write into the screenplay. And so Barbara is sent to the cave to face execution by spider-puppet. They must have shot this thing on a Friday as the guy who played Jack Web is conveniently on set to cut the spider-puppet's strings in plenty of time to effect the leading lady's rescue. (How did I not see that coming?) Don't expect the guy who played Frankie Avalon in "Bikini Bleach" to be in the sequel for, while trying to escape with a pair of kfc buckets filled with rock candy diamonds, his last scene has him struggling with the problem of deciding whether to drop his diamonds and escape with his life or to perish in a most horrific manner. A hormone-raging dropout with a natural affinity for stealing cars, he does exactly what any good 1958 audience would expect him to do and unwisely elects to die for the benefit of intelligent movie go-ers everywhere. Sunlight roasts off his flesh and pomade both; though perhaps not to any degree of loss, as his bad-to-the-bone skeleton clearly shows the carefully inked markings mapped for cranial dissection at Hollywood med school, and I am confident he went on to further b-movie work once this thing was in the can. Perhaps even as the notorious sword-fighting skeleton of "Seventh Voyage of Sinbad" fame. Now THAT was a movie! I'm a sucker for b-grade sci-fi, and "Missile" earns three lollipops.