RiffTrax: Killers from Space

There's one thing standing in the killers way: a square-headed, big-faced guy who, since this is the fifties, we assume is named Steve or Bill. Steve or Bill can't remember how he got the mysterious scar on his chest, which means we're in for many long scenes of men in drab rooms looking serious. Sometimes they invite a woman into the drab rooms and graciously allow her to occasionally indicate that she is concerned. But when the killers finally appear, all is redeemed. Because they're wearing prosthetic eyes (this is a fancy way to say "ping pong balls cut in half") that make them permanently look like a cartoon wolf who has just noticed an attractive lounge singer. Join jarringly unnecessary closeups of Mike, Kevin, and Bill for Killers From Space.