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Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

A Masterpiece!

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

The film may be flawed, but its message is not.

OK. As far as sci-fi flicks go, this is a mildly competent low-budget space movie. But it launches into eye-popping glory when barely- clad Martian women suddenly appear (and thoughtfully lend some clothing to the previously fabric-laden Earth woman). A mini-skirt suggests something that would cover posteriors. These take it one step beyond tennis dress short and into swimsuit country when we are treated to views of matching underwear, which the skirts don't cover. Other than that, the film is pretty awful, including an ending that seems as if filming was halted by the studio precisely at 3:00 pm or whatever so they could start shooting the next film. This film does mark a high point for Monogram studio--the set design rises far and above what they usually do. If you grew up during the Cold War, you will have affection for this film, despite its faults. The haminess of the dialog and acting, along with the matte drawings of the futuristic city will bring anyone back to the charms and fears of fifties America. So despite it's cheesiness, Flight to Mars is a small gem.

First (blast) off, the Martian women are decked out in some of the shortest mini-skirts you've ever seen. Marguerite Chapman, who plays the Martian scientist, and, not surprisingly, falls for the leading human-about-town and space explorer, has a wardrobe that defies gravity, either here or on Mars. She could charm the spacesuit off any astronaut, too. The female scientist from Earth is given an outfit that must have shrank in the Martian laundry. Although the film's science is a bit screwy and contrived, the movie's plot makes up for it by heightening the drama, tension and its pulp fiction convictions. Mars is dying. There's no getting around this inevitable conclusion. The chief of the Martian council has decided to relieve the earthmen of their repaired spaceship in order to launch an invasion of Planet Earth. So much for outer space benevolence. I bet they regret being taken to this leader. The movie bops along at a healthy pace. And the ending is served up with the speed of an empty buffet line. I enjoyed the special effects (there are some imaginative matte paintings on display), art design and those female martian costumes. The acting is fine for a group of second-tier thespians. Kudos to Monogram Pictures for creating a plausible and well preserved Saturday afternoon adventure. Finally, in the name of diversity, something the 50's was not known for, one of the Martians in the greeting party turns out to be a black man. He's the one wearing a chocolate space suit. I kid you not.

It is said that there are some people out there who actually ADMIRE Monogram's movies. Well -- and why not? Monogram Studios lived on a kind of Cost Plus basis; cost, plus enough to pay the rent and buy a pizza and a bottle of robust muscatel every once in a while. Sure, they're cheap. But let's face it: they're coarse, fast, Philistine, vulgar, but exhilarating. They have no pretensions at all. They're designed to divert the audience for an hour or so at the bottom of a double bill. So what if John Wayne gallops through the Wild West along a road lined with telephone poles? This isn't art, it's entertainment.Take this movie, "Flight to Mars." At the beginning, when we're first meeting the characters, a man might introduce his female companion abruptly, avoiding any tedious subtlety: "Professor, this is my fiancée and assistant, who is a rocket scientist and a beautiful woman. She loves me but is growing impatient with me because I'm always wrapped up in my scientific work. Perhaps you could steal her from me, marry her, give her the babies and the picket-fenced home she yearns for. If necessary I will die on this journey to see her dreams realized. Also, she likes it a little rough." It saves a lot of writing and shooting time, doesn't it? That's what people mean when they say a narrative is "fast". (This one was shot in five days.) Why should we have to hint about these things? I mean, what the hell is this, a cheap sci fi movie or Henry James? Actually this is a particularly well-funded example of a Monogram movie. It's in color, for one thing. "Cinecolor" to be exact. (You can tell it's not any other "color" you'd recognize.) And look at the cast. The female lead is dismissible, as is usual with Monogram, but the male leads are definitely up there on the B List. Cameron Mitchell as the reporter, yet to hit his stride as a male lead, which, come to think of it, he never really did. And Arthur Franz as the pipe-smoking head scientist, the pride of Perth Amboy, New Jersey. And -- for science fiction fans -- how about THIS pair of aces: both Morris Ankrum AND John Litel! There's not really much point in describing the plot in detail. The five crew members crash land on Mars where they find an underground civilization inhabited by organisms whose evolution was isomorphic with ours, right down to their having five digits and willowy babes in short skirts. And they picked up English from listening to our broadcasts. American broadcasts, that is, judging from their speech. They're led by a sinister cabal who try to hijack the space ship, build many imitations of it, and colonize earth. They do not succeed.The special effects aren't very special. The men walk around a couple of spare sets, wearing black costumes with stylized lightning bolts emblazoned on their chests and scarlet capes billowing behind them. Their names consist exclusively of English phonemes -- Alzar, Terris, Ikron. The lissome Martian who falls for Arthur Franz is named Alita, with an Indo-European diminutive appendage, and she already knows what kissing is.Overall, I found it as snappy as it was intended to be, but dull too. The story is that of any Buck Rogers 1930s serial. Once the earthlings and the Martians meet and it's established that they have a common language, and that the Martians have a sinister agenda, that's it. In two hours, even an indifferent screenwriter could turn this into a story of Nazi spies in World War II. The plot is done by the numbers, the dialog has no sparkle, the acting is pedestrian.However, dedicated aficionados of Monogram productions should enjoy it. After all, Jean-Luc Goddard, the contrarian French egghead, dedicated "A Bout de Soufflé" to Monogram, so they can't have been all that bad.

Well this one is a gem among the rubble. The plot thin, the dialog typical of the genre and the era...and by this I mean pretty bad. That plus the long legged Martian hotties make this a a must see for anyone who likes these types of movies and / or girls.I give the movie a 3 but the Martian babes with legs that go all the way up I give a 10. So it averages out to be about a 7.I happened to have found this online and downloaded it, I don't know if it's fallen into PD but it is available to find on the Internet for free. The print I saw was as choppy as the previous comments have attested to but so what, the Martian babe makes up for any and all shortcomings this flick may have.Find it, watch it, Love it. I know I did.