Crowned 'The Worst Film Ever Made' at New York's Worst Film Festival in 1980, this deserves its niche in history for featuring the last screen performance of Bela Lugosi, as a ghoul resurrected by space visitors for use against scientists destroying the world with their nuclear tests. Two minutes of Lugosi in his Dracula outfit, shot for another Wood film abandoned when Lugosi died, are supplemented by footage of an unemployed chiropractor hired as a double; a good foot taller than Lugosi, he of course keeps his face wrapped in a cape. But that's nothing: we also learn that top-level Pentagon offices are furnished with one lamp and two telephones each, while the bedroom furniture of one character is exactly the same as his patio furniture of the previous scene. It all ends with famous psychic Criswell asking the audience, 'Can you prove it didn't happen? God help us in the future'. Prophetic.