Passing the Time with a 50 Ft Woman

I wrote this last Saturday morning before I knew I was going back to work this week.

Honest to God, laying around recovering from surgery is just about the most boring thing you can do.  It's 2.5 weeks since the operation and I'm ready to climb the walls.  The first two weeks were a groggy daze.  They went by and I barely noticed.  I'm now off the serious pain meds and my head is clearing up.

 This morning I watched "Attack of the 50 Foot Woman"...the original.   I was spellbound by its' awfulness.   Not sure I understood the plot; a woman exposed to radiation from a spacecraft discovers her husband is cheating on her and grows 50' in height.  Gigantic papier mache hands lowered onto or into the scenes, grasping dolls supposed to be actors, crushing cars, ripping off roofs.  In onc scene, a 50's era Dodge station wagon with giant fins, is lifted aloft and thrown to the ground.  The camera cuts to the damaged car, a Woodie.  The 50' woman is wayyy better looking than the husband's new floozie.  It's no contest.  Go figure.


Meanwhile, found these send-ups of the original poster.  Not sure which one I like better.

Here's a less than 2 minute trailer of the original. Don't even bother to watch the movie after this.  No reason or need.