Can’t blame rich socialite Nancy Archer for being so upset over her philandering husband’s ways, that she almost runs her speeding car into a recently landed UFO with a giant alien in it.
At first, no one believed Nancy’s story about the spacecraft. Harry – her husband whose been hanging out at the local bar with the sexilicious Honey Parker – used this to his strategic advantage, given that Nancy has a pronounced drinking problem, is prone to hysterical mood swings, has a jealous streak as wide as an airport runway, and was recently under the care of a mental health facility. In other words, a normal chick.
Harry figures if he can get Nancy’s ball of yarn to further unwind, he can have her re-committed, thereby putting him in charge of all that sweet dough, and then go get some Honey on his stinger.
Nancy’s encounter with the extra-extra-extra-large alien eventually causes the mentally distraught woman to grow to the size of two telephone poles stacked on each other. When Nancy super-sizes herself, all of her mental issues balloon proportionately.
While I can buy the science fact behind alien encounters whose space radiation makes normal Earth people exponentially expand, I call party foul on making the clothes grow. So the 50-foot tall Nancy, in a tight bikini top and mini-skirt, goes after her husband, yelling “Harry!” loud enough to shake the surrounding buildings.
Once Nancy locates Harry and Honey (at the bar, of course), she becomes the ultimate party crasher, and brings the roof down. In all, Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman (1958) is a simple but entertaining love story with a smidge of radioactivity, a giant extraterrestrial, a shameless hussy, and some all-purpose booze.
Drinkin' & Drive-in 