Watching 'Space Probe - Taurus' is a salutary reminder of how lucky American International Pictures were to have been associated with the gifted Roger Corman. Without Corman, what we get is perfectly competent but thoroughly routine and uninspired, without the budget to create convincing spaceships or even to plunder a Soviet sci-fi picture for its effects. And it's not even in colour. The crew is the usual combination of three middle-aged looking men to one hot chick; the hot chick in this case being the late Francine York as Dr. Lisa Wayne, who wears the same unisex coverall as the men, but unlike them accessorises it with silver go-go boots instead of the lace-up army boots the others wear (presumably the quartermasters back on Earth didn't have them in her size). The name of the ship is apt, as she resembles a piece of porcelain in this bullpen. Dr. Wayne is initially charmlessly cold-shouldered by skipper Hank Stevens (James Brown) because he hadn't wanted a woman on board, before he eventually mellows and charmlessly falls in love with her instead. (Ho Hum...) The early scenes resemble Season One of 'Lost in Space' when it was in black & white. It then becomes 'Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea' when - forced to make an emergency landing on an alien planet - they end up on the bottom of one of its oceans, to be attacked by crab monsters and a cousin of the gill-man from 'The Creature from the Black Lagoon'.Considering how excited scientists get at the slightest suggestion of moisture in outer space, they take the presence of oceans on this new planet in their stride. Dr. Wayne's supposed to be a scientist, but when they encounter what are obviously enormous crabs her first question is to ask "What are they?" We're told early on that the equipment the ship can carry is severely circumscribed by weight, yet it fortunately turns out to include scuba gear. Naturally the new planet has a breathable atmosphere, but I wouldn't relish sharing my new home with crabs the size of elephants; presumably any other gill-men would be dealt with the way the settlers saw off the American Indians.Bearing in mind that this was made the year that Malcolm X was assassinated, the most striking observation made by anyone in the film is by Dr.Andros after they've just killed a hostile alien whose ship they'd been trespassing on. He makes a number of comments about the unlikelihood of different species being able to peacefully co-exist that are remarkably near the knuckle ("We've got enough troubles on Earth now. I mean we're barely keeping from killing each other off...pretty soon someone on Earth decides that we don't like the way they look...after all, one of us is going to be a minority group. And the next thing you know, Whammo, we're trying to blast each other out of existence."), and remain as scarily pertinent as ever over half a century later.

Don't listen to the naysayers and fifth-rate comedians..... this is a pretty cool sci-fi flick.A group four space travelers crash into an aquatic environment and find a population of big giant crabs lumbering around. It's time for one of the crew to go out and investigate, so the guy who cracks all the stale jokes gets to go (good choice..... he was a real Sominex salesman). Out in the sea, he finds a strange gill-man who looks really mean.Fair and fun movie, though dragged down a few times by all the jokes about the hot chick and a perfectly painful scene where the girl and the ship commander talk about 'love stuff', yuuccck! What a bore! OK film with costumes confiscated from 'The Wizard of Mars' (1964) and closing music lifted from 'Flight to Mars' (1951).

I first viewed this movie on Double Chiller Theatre, a Saturday night TV show seen in the Philadelphia area which ran in the mid 1960's. As a kid and a young teenager I loved almost all science fiction, even Teenagers from Outer Space. I found this movie dull, poorly improvised, and uneventful. It had a few cheap special effects which included a rubber alien, a giant crab which did little, and a humanistic frogman out for a swim. There were 4 typical principles in the movie: a by the book commander more suited for a cowboy movie; an attractive young lady who goes out of here way to prove she is as good as any man; a screw off who is aboard only to write a book; and a scientist who does not come off as being all that bright. This TV movie could have been made for the old Saturday matinée at the local theater. It was made with little imagination and probably just to earn a quick easy buck. The movie looked as though it was made in the early 1950's and had the feel of the old Space Cadet serial. And to think Star Trek would be only a few years away from our TV screens.

I fear the only other reviewer at this point, Mr "van Polasm" from Antarctica, is having us on.As the schizophrenia of the various titles of this movie suggests (The First Woman in Space, Space Probe Taurus and [in Japan at least] Space Monster), the makers of this movie had no clue and were making it up as they went along. This movie, even considering it's TV movie status, deserves to be especially damned given that only 3 years separates it from Kubrick's 2001.They crammed in so many 1950s sci-fi cliches that they didnt have time to follow any single one through to the end, and they filled the cracks with preposterously ludicrous scenarios and acting. As for special effects, think toilet paper rolls wrapped in foil and suspended from string.What you have is 3 paunchy overweight blokes and one beautiful young woman as the "astronauts" on your typical early sci-fi "outer space rocket". What they're meant to be doing is anyone's guess until about two thirds of the film has elapsed.Is the story about the feisty young woman vs. the crusty ol' sea dog cap'n? Well, no. That story is killed off after about 5 lines of dialogue when said crust forces said babe to admit her true feelings for him with a forcible kiss or three. Those were the days, when the man didn't even wait to hear yes or no, right? There's also a dream scene which looks like it was put in specifically to satisfy another paunchy old blokes desire to snog the young woman in a bathing suit.Is the story about mankind's first encounter with alien life? Well, no. They come across an alien "outer space rocket" - no-one seems terribly surprised - go in, meet predictably humanoid and hideous alien, scuffle, kill it, blow up the alien ship. End of that story.Next, flaming marshmallows, in the guise of meteors, knock the ship's computers into overdrive (we are told belatedly) and send the ship hurtling way off course right to a conveniently located earth-like planet. At this point in the story we find out that the mission was to explore another distant planet marked for colonisation.Finally, just before the average viewer slips into a coma, there's time to fit in the following cliches:* everyone losing their cool in a marooned ship, * narcissist sacrifices himself for good of all by being killed by predictably humanoid and hideous sea creature, * small scale model "outer space rocket" in fishtank attacked, well... harassed, by alien marine creatures everyone pretends not to recognise are ordinary crabs.Just before the average viewer expires, the remaining paunchy old blokes and beautiful woman escape, declare the planet they just left good enough for colonisation (ahem,.. predictably humanoid and hideous sea creatures? Giant crabs?) and proclaim the planet be named after the dead paunchy old bloke.This movie is awful, awful, awful with not a single redeeming feature - not even camp value. I spent more time, thought and effort in typing this comment than went into Space Probe Taurus. Avoid at all costs.