No! There’s not room for you here!
Uh, oh, here comes my daughter, she always contradicts me.
Watching In the Year 2889 (1967), we agreed that this movie must certainly be considered a candidate for Mystery Science Theater 3000: awful story, poor acting, uninspired makeup, ridiculous premise, obtuse title. And, for MST3K, a target rich environment.
General premise: the atomic bomb have come raining down on mankind.
Specific premise: a man has built his home so he and his daughter can survive this. Wait, what? Why? Why would you want to survive?
Plot: As the survivors puzzle over a couple of survivors who should be dead, the squabbling begins and survivors (and one unsuspecting rabbit) start getting picked off.
Acting: not wooden, but restrained without that sudden release that restrained acting can enable. Even the would-be rapist only inspires some faint inclination to shun him, without the actual need to strangle him.
And, despite the title, they seem to be discussing World War II!
But perhaps best is the father, in his sixties, a retired Navy Captain, who keeps meeting refugees at his front door with a gun and a barked “Get out! There’s no room for you here!”, only to have his twenty-ish daughter reprimand him and take the refugees to yet another bedroom in their spacious abode, while the father walks grumbling off. Juxtaposing that with a yet later “I’m in charge” speech was priceless.
But, really, I would only recommend seeing this under the guidance of Joel Hodgson. Or with beer, and lots of it.
