Plan 9 from Outer Space is often considered to be the worst film of all time. It was directed by Ed Wood, Jr., one of the great visionaries of classic cinema, who had long dreamed of making movies about galactic grave robbers that wiggle their fingers at people while laughing maniacally. He somehow managed to convince a local church group to finance the picture, mostly through the notion that the revenue earned from the feature could be used to pay for a series of films on the twelve apostles. Oddly, it failed to turn out that way, and the movie was a total flop.
The plot goes something like this: Space aliens, concerned about the earth’s development of a doomsday weapon, decide to implement Plan 9, in which they resurrect the recently dead! Our square-jawed hero learns of this dastardly scheme and knows that that he has stop it, but not before swarms of zombies begin to rise from the grave and knock over a bunch of cardboard tombstones. The aliens proceed to kidnap a damsel in order to lure the protagonist on board, prompting a bare-knuckled fight and lengthy monologue to ensue, and our hero and his love interest manage to escape the ship just in time before the Styrofoam bursts into flames.
The movie is so mind-numbingly bad that it veers into uncharted territory and becomes mildly enjoyable in the process. As such, it is screened from time-to-time at midnight matinees, though no theater owner in good conscience would allow for a person to pay to see the movie. Everything about the picture is horrible, from the writing to the acting to the special effects, and it is probably a good idea to keep sharp objects away from people view it so they don’t do anything foolish. To quote Criswell at the end of the movie, “Can you PROVE it didn’t happen?”