This is our own fault. Never fire on an innocent taxi service.
Generally, we try to watch at least one movie on the holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas. Last year on Christmas, we were spectacularly successful with Anna and the Apocalypse (2018), but this year we had no such luck with The Lost Missile (1958). An interplanetary powered object has entered Earth’s atmosphere and is laying waste to North America with its 10 million degree (F? C? Does it matter at that magnitude?) trail, and nothing seems to stop it. But at Brookhaven Atomic Laboratories in New York City, the scientists, who are busy having babies and not getting married, might have a way to stop this disaster before it reaches the big city (so long, Ottawa!).
Don’t mess with this scientist and his girlfriend, or they’ll scientist all over you!
But only if they can get past the sneering ne’er-do-wells on the road between the labs and the launchpad. But they come to a properly heated end, so all’s well that ends well.
If you’re married.
Don’t waste your time on this one, there’s little to recommend it unless you like stock footage of early Cold War military aircraft trying out their weapons. Or if you don’t like Ottawa.
