The premise for this movie is 11 people in an underground shelter, specially chosen for being doctors, athletes, artists, and the like, are to represent the survival of the human race in a nuclear holocaust.
It's made in 1974, so we can expect the worst.
However, it isn't the absolute worst.
Naturally, then, as today, one wonders if this being an "initial" project, if it isn't a test. The man in charge seems very convincing that it isn't a test.
Meanwhile, vampire bats flood the shelter, and they have to be dealt with.
One good thing is that not too much detail is spent on how the shelter is self sustaining. That's good foresight, as such details are not only going to change every three years, but also because no matter what the details are, most viewers who think themselves experts will whine about such details being inferior. In such a case, there will never be a majority consensus, except to pout about what is used. The best one can hope for is a plurality, and even then it will usually be a plurality of ignorance.
That's the best thing going for this movie.
One thing viewers will note is that women scream and panic in movies from about 1960-1975 or so, to the point of silliness.
However, lets not forget that "panic of characters in death struggles" is not nearly as silly as the 1975-2000 period in which no one panics, and actors calmly smile at death.
Fortunately, we have pre-1960 and post-2000 films which usually present a believable balance.
The characters aren't so bad, but they are very formula for the seventies.
The events are predictable at first, then it looks like they might have some fresh material in the middle, but then the end is complete Hollywood. The last 10 minutes is so cliché filled that one wonders if it was meant as a joke. And that means "cliche filled for 1974" as well as today.
It's made in 1974, so we can expect the worst.
However, it isn't the absolute worst.
Naturally, then, as today, one wonders if this being an "initial" project, if it isn't a test. The man in charge seems very convincing that it isn't a test.
Meanwhile, vampire bats flood the shelter, and they have to be dealt with.
One good thing is that not too much detail is spent on how the shelter is self sustaining. That's good foresight, as such details are not only going to change every three years, but also because no matter what the details are, most viewers who think themselves experts will whine about such details being inferior. In such a case, there will never be a majority consensus, except to pout about what is used. The best one can hope for is a plurality, and even then it will usually be a plurality of ignorance.
That's the best thing going for this movie.
One thing viewers will note is that women scream and panic in movies from about 1960-1975 or so, to the point of silliness.
However, lets not forget that "panic of characters in death struggles" is not nearly as silly as the 1975-2000 period in which no one panics, and actors calmly smile at death.
Fortunately, we have pre-1960 and post-2000 films which usually present a believable balance.
The characters aren't so bad, but they are very formula for the seventies.
The events are predictable at first, then it looks like they might have some fresh material in the middle, but then the end is complete Hollywood. The last 10 minutes is so cliché filled that one wonders if it was meant as a joke. And that means "cliche filled for 1974" as well as today.