Beneath the Planet of the Apes: Huh, don't see that too often: the movie's over because everyone's dead. Not exactly the escapist stuff Hollywood pumps out these days, but, at the same time, it doesn't live up to the possibilities of the first one either. It's almost like some things are better left unsaid; that you could never compete with the fancies born in the minds of the audience upon seeing the half-buried Statue of Liberty.
While there were some interesting ideas presented, they seemed a little off. For example, worshiping an atomic bomb, as an idea, is interesting, and I enjoyed the off-kilter singing, and even the telepathic tones, but there seemed to be gaps in the story of the worshipers. Were they always the protectors of the bomb? Why were there no physical defences? How did that poster survive? Why was Brent (James Franciscus) - or anyone, for that matter - sent to rescue Taylor (Charlton Heston), when it seemed clear to him at least, if not all his crew, that it was a one-way trip? O.K., O.K., I'm getting a bit off track here, but all these gaps kept nagging at me throughout the movie.