Morons From Outer Space [1985]

When clot Des, stupid Sandra and cretin Julian take the controls of dumb-bell Bernard's rented spaceship, it crash-lands on the M1. Thicko journalist Graham, addle-pated diplomat Matteson, and peanuthead CIA colonel Laribee squabble over what to do with the alien klutzes. Graham wants to make them into celebrities, Matteson wants to make it with Sandra, and Laribee wants to make them dead. You'll sympathise with Laribee. Morons From Outer Space is the worst comedy to come my way since the similar Bloodbath at the House of Death, an incredibly unfunny rehash of bits from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Star Wars, E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest aimed at people who think vomiting is amusing. The biggest surprise is that the limited intelligence direction is the work of usually bright Mike Hodges; here he buries the wit and excitement he brought to Flash Gordon in the turgid morass of Smith and Jones' feeble-minded script. Die rather than see this.
KIM NEWMAN

First Published In: City Limits no.181 [22-28 March 1985] p.20 [UK]

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