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Unknown World (1951)
Topic Started: Aug 18 2012, 07:03 AM (389 Views)
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The center of the earth... or the bottom of the barrel? YOU decide, America.

Unknown World begins with a newsreel, just like Citizen Kane, and this is going to be the final comparison to Citizen Kane you're going to read in THIS review, bub. Anyway, the newsreel has lots of neat-o pictures of atomic and hydrogen bomb blasts; a team of concerned scientists forms the Society to Save Civilization, and begins to make plans to build the biggest bomb shelter EVER, down at the earth's core. ("Isn't it molten down there?" one of them asks, worriedly.) The U.S. government pooh-poohs the whole idea (this may not be the final reference to poo-poo in this review, friends) but a wealthy media owner steps in, sponsors the trip, and books himself as a guest. The scientists build a Cyclotram, an atomic-powered mole machine that looks like a garden sprinkling can on wheels (and probably is). Off they go to the earth's core, where romance, death, jealousy, and a lack of sound scientific principles await them. They discover what the rest of us knew all along: you can't live down there. Luckily, an underground volcano spits 'em right up and deposits them all on New Eden, a lovely Pacific island. Probably Bikini Atoll.

Bruce Kellogg, Marilyn Nash, Jim "The Red Ryder nobody likes" Bannon, and... wait a minute! Marilyn Nash? "Monsieur Verdoux" Marilyn Nash? Yep. Four years after Chaplin, she's doing this. Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn... What happened, babe? Terry Morse directed; he'd go on to cinematic immortality by directing scenes of Raymond Burr staring out the window in the Americanized version of Godzilla, King of the Monsters.
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Terry Morse was an editor at Warners who moved up to directing a few pleasant B’s like British Intelligence and Smashing the Money Ring.

I hadn’t realised he wound up in pix like this and Godzilla.
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