The cars and clothes are vintage '50s, and the title on the marquee of the little Mojave, Calif., moviehouse announces the Ike-era sci-fi cheeseball classic The Blob.
R.W. Goodwin's Alien Trespass is a campy homage to those days of malt shops, drive-ins, and saucer-shaped UFOs - you know, the ones that go crashing into nearby buttes, unleashing terrible terrors from another galaxy.
Presenting itself as a long-lost '50s find (there's even a phony black-and-white newsreel before the "film" gets under way), Alien Trespass wants to both parody and pay tribute to its sources: those low-budget tales of malevolent Martians and zombie E.T.s that stalked the planet, and the local theater, in the mid-20th century.
