DAY THE WORLD ENDED (1955)

The first science fiction film directed wholly and declaredly by Roger Corman opens with the inevitable happening – what was inevitable for 1955, anyway.

In the wake of nuclear war, a handful of survivors hole up in a house huddled in some lead-containing Californian hills, where they ride out the apocalypse by talking, arguing, talking, contemplating reproduction, talking, fighting, talking, swimming, talking, drinking, talking, mock-stripping, talking, murdering, talking, smoking, talking, mutating, and talking.

I’d like to say that from time to time a hideous atomic mutation wanders in to liven up the proceedings, but that would only be a half-truth.