Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman (1994)

Waste of time

Thanks for the memories!

Boring

Absolutely brilliant

Wronged woman Nancy (Daryl Hannah) gets zapped by a laser from a flying saucer and as a result, grows to giant size whenever she gets angry. With a premise like that, how could so much of the running time have turned out to be such dull viewing?And yet, all the ingredients spell better things. There is a phoney, tongue-in-cheek recreation of 1950s America, in which actors are encouraged to overplay events to make it clear we're not to take them too seriously. There are some (presumably) deliberately cheesy effects to replicate the style of B-movies of that era (a genre in which the original 1958 version of this snugly fitted). Problem is, whilst everything is competent, the script isn't terribly funny, nor is it poignant despite Hannah's vulnerable appeal. Chunky philandering liar and cartoon husband Harry (Danny Baldwin) balances well a hateful and comedic persona.As you may imagine, her increased stature gives Nancy a sense of empowerment. No longer a wallflower, she still makes it her business to track down her errant husband. Yet it isn't solely personal empowerment she feels, but a strength on behalf of all women, giving this a feminist flavour, all the while looking great in a cavewoman-style outfit. Hannah carries the fifty-foot look very well, and is lithe enough to actually convince. She isn't perhaps the most personable actress, and it occurs to me from time to time, for someone of her renewed gravitas, she underplays it somewhat. The image of this towering, haunted victim of circumstance dazedly and pathetically scanning the streets and calling out her husband's name in the doomed hope he can help her, however, is effective.The ending sees Harry, and a handful of other presumably deceitful/unfaithful men put very much in their place by Nancy, who has now been reclaimed by the flying saucer and is in the company of other 50 foot women. Whether this is supposed to be seen as one 'in the eye' for menfolk or philanderers everywhere, is unclear.

Nobody likes it when a woman is scorned. Unfaithful spouses, beware! I seen unfaithful husbands. The consequences of the matter is extreme. An angry wife is bad. An angry wife who is 50 feet tall is WORSE! In the remake of the 1958 classic fim, "Attack of the 50 Foot Woman", this one has a feminist movement to it. Here you have an heiress who is in a very unhappy marriage. Her husband (Daniel Baldwin) has a mistress on the side, and her father is using the Money to control the town. Since Nancy(Darryl Hannah) is being controlled by her father and husband, she can't express her displeasure at any means. When that fateful night came when she encountered a UFO, her whole life changes for the better. Since she couldn't convince anyone at first about the strange encounter, she and her go to the spot and gets taken by the saucer. That night she experience a BIG CHANGE! Her father and husband see it, and so does the rest of the town. It was nice to see snippets of the original movie, and it was big message sender. Equally important to everyone deserves a chance in life. If I was married, I would treat my wife like a queen. If I was a father, I would treat my daughter like a princess. Don't be like Harry, he has got a lot of growing up to do. I mean literally. The other husbands see that he deserves an attitude adjustment. See the original, and be the judge of that. Darryl Hannah is indeed one sexy giantess. 3 out of 5 stars. Sex appeal

This 1993 TV movie is a remake of a classic, campy bit of '50s sci-fi cinema and it's an absolute dog of a film. Perhaps understandably, the makes of this pitiful nonsense have gone for a comic, equally campy approach because there's no way the elements of this movie could ever be taken seriously, comedy or otherwise.ATTACK OF THE 50 FT. WOMAN is a film filled with horrible actors reading from a horrible script. It's diabolically bad, the script is puerile and at times it gets so bad that I actually felt embarrassed for those involved. Yes, this stuff could pass muster in the long-gone 1950s, but not in the early '90s when TERMINATOR 2: JUDGMENT DAY had revolutionised the sci-fi genre just two years previously.Daryl Hannah lives up to her blonde bimbo reputation as the titular character, who doesn't even grow until an inordinate time of boring small-talk and excruciating attempts at character development have taken place. Meanwhile, the Baldwin clan have a reputation for playing sleazy, slimy and obnoxious characters and sibling Daniel takes the biscuit with his adulterous husband here - a character who's literally oozing grease and stupidity.The special effects are poor, and only appear "special" in a couple of scenes in the whole movie, and the sight of a wobbly, poorly-animated UFO is the barrel-scraping nadir, really. The idea of a scorned wife grown to gigantic proportions and wreaking havoc on an unsuspecting town in search of her slimeball husband is an outlandish one and something you think would be difficult to mess up; there's the spectacle if nothing else, but everything about this movie is screwed up in the worst way.

If you're going to be a young woman who is made 50 feet tall in an isolated incident with a UFO in the desert, you might as well be Darryl Hannah. She's tall to begin with but she'd look fine at any altitude. She's enough to make any normal man want to climb up her calf and bite and squeeze her but that normal man shouldn't take the fantasy too far. She does have a good deal of heft, after all, and you wouldn't want her to roll over in the middle of the night.Enough of Darryl Hannah's lustrous blond beauty and incomparable figure. The movie -- yes, the movie. First of all, I have to mention J. B. S. Haldane's observation that Darryl Hannah might do fine at five or six feet but not at fifty. It isn't that she'd always have her head in the clouds despite her feet being on the ground. And let's not have any cracks about "How's the weather up there?" What do you think this is, a gag? Haldane calculated that a human being was "just the right size." Because if he were bigger he'd weigh too much and the bones of his legs wouldn't support that weight. He'd collapse because his legs would break off. He -- or she, in this instance -- would wind up like Ozymandias in Shelley's poem, which I'll take the liberty of quoting here.I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said -- "two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert ... near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lips, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings, Look on my Works ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." --Okay, okay. That's off topic. Don't bother saying it. You don't need to draw ME a picture. But the movie doesn't forget where it's going. It follows its compass straight towards women's lib. Hannah, a weak-willed rich lady, is put upon and brow beaten by everyone she comes in contact with except her shrink, Frances Fisher. The men are especially brutal, even her Dad. Her philandering husband, one of the Baldwin brothers, is suitably slimy but nobody really turns in a good performance. Hannah herself seems languid to the point of sleepiness. I didn't make it to the end but I imagine she gets even with all those patriarchal pigs. The director, Christopher Guest, shoots it straight but must have known, in his heart of hearts, that it was to laugh at. I hope so, for his sake, because, if taken seriously, the movie has all the dash and relevance of a recipe for plain spaghetti sauce.