New review: The Projected Man
Are you looking for 90 minutes of absolute nonsense, that has some similarities to The Fly (both versions), absolutely zero budget, and numerous storylines that seem to get forgotten about halfway through? If the answer’s yes, and you’re up for more of what I’m now calling The Bryant Haliday oeuvre, then you’re in luck. Cos here’s The Projected Man, and WHAT an absolute load of overcooked nonsense THIS one is. And I’m not talking about Haliday’s character’s face.
The British sci-fi/horror back catalogue is currently pitching me up some fever dreams of previously unheard-of offerings (previously unheard-of by me, that is). The past few months has seen me delve into Planet X, go Beyond Space, and even search for murderous alien eyeballs on top of a mountain. And they keep on coming, a never-ending stream of slightly-radioactive forgotten-for-a-reason tales of men in tweed suits, women with big hair, and shit monsters (and in the case of X The Unknown, actual shit monsters, boom-boom).
Anyway, The Projected Man. Who’s been projected? Why Bryant Haliday, that’s who. And as usual, he’s not happy about the situation. Why has he been projected? Science, that’s why. What went wrong? Who cares, no-one thinks it’s important to explain – certainly not the makers of the film.
