Our journey through space travel science fiction has our coordinates locked onto the 1950's The most Ultra of the Ultra-Swank decades. Receding in our aft view screen is the pulp pre-war period of the 1930's and 1940's - the times of cowboys in space. They rode rockets instead of horses and blasted bad guys with ray guns instead of six-shooters.
Our mid-century destination is where the science in science-fiction takes over the controls! We land squarely in the realm of motion pictures- mostly black and white and often projected on the mosquito obscured screens of drive-in theaters. The plots may still be thin, the dialog contrived and the budgets no bigger than a plutonium neutrino but it's all arc-welded together by the blazing brilliance of the the god in the white lab coat- The Scientist! This is the height of the Cold War and the near vertical climb of American consumerism. Any moment science will end all life on the planet- but in the meantime let's get that new Hydramatic Futurific Buick with the built-in color TV dishwasher!



















