I have to confess to a weakness for British SF films from the 1960s. They are quiet and understated, cerebral and dark, with an uneasy undercurrent of horror. And in our day and age, I probably need to point out that I mean the subtle, chill-slowly-creeping-down-your-spine type horror, not the jump-scare-disemboweled-guts-in-the-face modern variety.
Case in point: Unearthly Stranger, a chilling alien invasion film without a single spaceship or alien monster anywhere in sight.
There is something deliriously strange about the notion of space travel by psychic projection – and it is even stranger when it is a sober group of government scientists who are trying to unlock its secrets!
Unfortunately, the hero learns that the aliens have already arrived by the same method. Oh, and he’s married to one of them.
All in all, it’s a classic slice of post-Quatermass, post-Village of the Damned British SF horror and, like the casserole that one of the aliens pulls out of the oven with her bare hands, decidedly tasty.