...ADMIT IMPEDIMENT. LOVE is not love which alters when it alteration finds... Except, for a cautionary lesson, in the 1958 motion picture I MARRIED A MONSTER FROM OUTER SPACE, directed and produced by Gene Fowler Jr. The Psychotronic Encyclopedia says of this one, "An overlooked, well-made science fiction hit that should appeal especially to women." On her wedding night, raven-haired Gloria Talbot discovers that her new husband (eerily slender Tom Tryon) is actually an "alien monster." And no one will believe her! Except the cops and the avuncular Chief of Police, already all taken over. Yes, the invasion is at this point quite successful. The fake humans are simulacra-- the real ones are floating, suspended in the concealed saucer, alive but attached to wires plugged into "glowing white orbs." As they say, the course of true love never did run smooth. On the Show, we narrate this film, about which, and about the institution of marriage, our feelings have not changed over the years. Puzzling Evidence is on hand, as is KrOB, though the latter is never heard, we think. Well sir, these here aliens from (really) far away (Andromeda) had their germ plasm irradiated by a stellar catastrophe. OUR sun would never do a thing like that to us. Not our good old steady-state dwarf star. But these poor aliens, masters of genetic manipulation, only need some intimacy with human females-- though they resemble, according to the Psychotronic Encyclopedia, "mutated rhubarb." At the climax (of the film, natch-- Spoiler Alert!) a mob of Normals wrecks the alien craft and unleashes (literally) Earth's most deadly protection against extraterrestrials-- lunging, woofing German Shepherds. These bounding, marauding mastiffs cruelly rip and tear the (sympathetic) invaders, causing them to expire in disgusting torrents of flowing slime. Gloria gets her bozo husband back, truthfully not nearly as nice as the sensitive, thoughtful space monster she's been shacked up with. Well, that's showbiz! With crawling clouds of black smoke, disintegrator beams, Ken Lynch and "Slapsy" Maxie Rosenbloom. But wait-- there's more! We segue, courtesy of Puzzo, into THE CREATURE WITH THE ATOM BRAIN (1955). Alas, we run out of time while narrating this programmer from Columbia Pictures. All in all, a grand night out. Some problems with the equipment at the beginning. Three hours.