Invisible Invaders

A Sentimental Journey to Hollywood Past

Zombeavers. Psycho Sleepover. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. And who can forget Werewolf in a Girls Dormitory featuring 30 year old schoolgirls. But in that wacky, woozy world called CINEMA, Invisible Invaders takes the cake.

So come on stackers and stackettes! Hop in my time machine and I’ll transport you back to the production meeting that made Invisible Invaders the movie it is today.

So Sid, Invaders from Planet Q.

Fuckin’ picture makes my ulcers bleed.

Way over budget.

And climbing. Just a little something for the art houses we said.

Sid, I came up with a plan. We save a bundle. It’ll save our asses.

Speak.

OK, we already got free actors from the college and the high school. We got extras up the ass. Your wife’s nephew shoots the thing; does the lighting, sound, set design. The so-called stars are has beens working for scale. We direct it. And it’s in black and white for crissake.

Yeah, scene design. A room with a desk and the state park. So where you gonna find the fat?

Ready?

Enough a’ready, Phil.

New title. Invisible Invaders. The alien’s invisible. No actor, no make up, no special alien get-up, no special effects, no space ship, no crew. Get it?

Invisible.

Invisible. So here comes the alien out of the woods.

So here he comes.

Shot of his footsteps pushing dirt along, so everybody knows he’s there. He kills some guy. Takes over the body.

Uh huh.

Then he turns up at a minor league hockey game in Syracuse, New York. He announces the end of the world.

Announces the end of the world at a minor league hockey game in Syracuse.

Yeah.

And plenty of B-roll. All we want.

Bingo.