One of the worst movies I've ever seen

Load of rubbish!!

a film so unique, intoxicating and bizarre that it not only demands another viewing, but is also forgivable as a satirical comedy where the jokes eventually take the back seat.

It is a whirlwind of delight --- attractive actors, stunning couture, spectacular sets and outrageous parties.

The movie took me back to my youth, a space ship going to the moon! I had a great time looking at equipment used to make this and the ignorance the writers had concerning physics. I was so impressed with the plastic lawn chairs that swiveled along with those cheap aluminum frame lawn recliners which my parents actually had in our back yard,attached of course to the wall with two standard electrical conduit clamps, SO HIGH TECH LOL!! Seriously, its a fun movie to watch and they may have gotten some things more right than the fake moon landing NASA claims we did. Imagine how the movies we watch now will be laughed at 50 years from now :) Its kind of funny how the women were treated with respect as a 'weaker' sex unlike today. Also there were no tattoo's, no piercing, and NO SWEARING, very strange! How in the world did they make such a movie without using the Lords name and the F bomb shouted every minute!? Oh, I forgot, they were OUT OF THIS WORLD.

An international group of ten men and two women are chosen to embark on a trip to the moon. Things go awry when the group discover an alien civilization that's intent on destroying mankind. Seriously undermined by pedestrian direction by David Bradley, further marred by DeWitt Bodeen's blah, talky, and largely uneventful script, painfully obvious use of stock footage, hokey (not so) special effects, a draggy pace, bland characters, extremely silly forced and silly conflicts between several of said bland characters (naturally, the Russian guy is an arrogant and antagonistic jerk), merely okay acting from a decent cast (hunky Ken Clark makes for a decidedly dull slab of beefcake while only Tom Conway manages to distinguish himself as the obnoxious Russkie), flat cinematography by John Alton (there are way too many static medium master shots featured throughout), tacky costumes (the spacesuits look like jumpsuits with motorcycle helmets!), and a disappointing lack of any cool monsters, this clunker overall proves to be an insipid and instantly forgettable time-waster.

Could any space flick be worse than The Angry Red Planet? Yes, it could. The script for the disaster at hand is so dopey and disjointed that it could have been scrawled out in crayon by a classroom of third-graders, each child submitting a short scene that teacher then patched together, helter-skelter. As for the actors, some of them are without doubt competent. They've exhibited this in other movies. But, here, with such dipsticky dialogue, no one could ever know. It makes it easy to understand why Tom Conway turned to drink and died broke. The story starts with a big strike against it: twelve characters with little to distinguish most of them. There are nine white guys, two women--Swedish and Japanese--and a Nigerian man whose accent never sounds West African and sometimes slips into Southern American. The hatch is scarcely secured when the inter-ethnic squabbling and recriminations start. Didn't these people get acquainted before blasting off in a rocket? From the amorous behavior of the females with two of the males, one would think so. But maybe there's something in the air--or lack of it. There must be some air, even on the moon, since the spacesuits don't have visors. The ship itself, with its bare-bones instrumentation and lack of even a beep or buzz, must be of such advanced technology that it all but runs itself. But, no, that can't be right. The teen math whiz has to use paper and pen to calculate a path through a meteor shower. The medical personnel has to struggle with wrap-around blood pressure cuffs--which they obviously don't know how to use. The only recorder on board--oh, forget it. There are, in addition to the dozen humans, two cats and two monkeys in plastic cases, two parakeets in a traditional cage, and one spaniel on a leash. The boy genius tells them they've been brought along to see if they'll mate on the moon. In the doggie's case, the answer is probably no. One silly circumstance follows another, but maybe the most asinine is that involving a screen-scrolled message from the Moonmen. Although it's somehow known that they communicate only telepathically, they have chosen to relay a series of repetitious, somewhat hieroglyphic-looking symbols. One crew member decides that the writing looks Chinese (it doesn't) so the Japanese woman is told to translate. She does, without a hitch. Now, who but a very young child could make such an assumption?

I find splendor in these B gems depicting man's future in space. Obviously, this is before the first moon landing, although the movie makes the moon seem so much fun (and more gravity). There is a multi-ethnic cast which brings conflict between a few of the nation's reps. Of COURSE, USA leads the mission and it doesn't really go that well. Laugh at the moon sandbox, lava flowing, a couple of cats, an astronaut who suddenly starts claiming "evil" surrounds them, the cheesy ship and even cheesier meteor shower, inept and incompetent astronauts making stupid decisions, alien hieroglyphics and 12 to the Moon is one of those yesteryear films that was just so wrong, but unintentionally funny. Those poor cats! I don't know how but Mike and the bots make this really bad movie a hoot to watch.Not as dull as Fire Maidens from Outer Space.