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

Why so much hype?

Pretty Good

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

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.

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.

"Attack of the 50 foot Woman" was intended as a parody of the 1958 cult classic and in the beginning it does succeed on that level. Dr. Victor Loeb (Paul Benedict) tells his audience, "Everything that you are about to see is true," even though it is hard to imagine someone having the foresight to film the entire unabridged life story of the 50 foot woman, Nancy Archer (Daryl Hannah), including shots of her cheating husband Harry Archer (Daniel Baldwin).But from the moment that we see Nancy Archer driving down the highway with her car, this movie falls apart. There are gags, but the gags get old and tired very quickly. Daniel Baldwin as mean- spirited, promiscuous husband Harry Archer is funny in a couple of scenes, but annoying in others. The two police officers -- a fat cop and a skinny partner -- engage in banter that is intended to be funny, but what transpires between them does not payoff. This is the pattern throughout the film where one joke after the other is attempted and yet fails to generate any laughs. A part of the reason for the absence of laughs is that the jokes are lacking in any imagination and the other reason is that you can see the gags from a mile away. A good parody of a fifty foot woman could still be made, but this is not the film that does that. The film-makers seemed to have thought that putting a flying saucer, a fifty foot woman, some fake footage of a town, a mean husband, and two boring police officers would be enough to create a campy comedy. But they were wrong. "Attack of the 50 foot woman" is a primary example of the screenplay simply not being ready for production.

Of course it is! This is the type of B-movie that you'll enjoy. I didn't expect to see HANNAH in this role. But it was fun in a corny kind of way. Although it is still the classic story just like the original, it is "made for tv." But thats okay because Hannah leads that "glamor blonde bombshell life" that her beauty stops the film from falling apart. (5)