An offbeat British sci-fi starring Patricia Neal, who had of course helped save the world in a previous outing, The Day The World Stood Still. Helmut Dantine arrives in rural England and we don’t see his face for the longest time – it’s all over the shoulder stuff – and his essential German-ness is of course responsible for everyone feeling the fear: like it or not the deliberate style of speaking is a national trait that alienates everyone else, pun intended. Produced and directed by Burt Balaban, most of it takes place in a Tudor public house – Neal is the proprietor’s daughter. Her government official fiance suspects all is not right with this mysterious intruder who has healed her injuries after their meet-cute at the car crash caused by the stranger’s flying saucer landing lights (that’s not a euphemism). He calls the war office.The journalist following the story gets the stranger to translate into multiple European languages to prove they’ve been listening to our radio broadcasts (I must try that sometime). Police cordon off the area and the stranger gets antsy when his communications disc is stolen, preventing him calling his colleagues. He’s the advance party for a major landing warning Earthlings to stop developing dangerous technologies (too late, I fear) because detonating H-bombs means the gravitational orbit of the entire solar system would be adversely affected. Whitehall want Venusian technology and their shortsighted ploy destroys the peace mission … The story by Desmond Leslie advocates the safe deployment of nuclear weapons, a pretty radical message for the time which predated the founding of CND by a few years.