Five (1951) was written, produced, directed, catered by and house-party hosted by Arch Oboler (Light's Out). Apparently, the first post-apocalyptic movie to be filmed; a super-hydrogen bomb test has wiped out human life on the planet (leaving plants, a few birds, and a handful of humans). One: Roseanne, a doctor's wife, pregnant with child, who was in a lead-lined X-ray room. She's roaming the countryside looking for life. She finds... Two: Michael, who lives in a gorgeous Frank Lloyd Wright home (belonging to Mr. Oboler). He'd been in an elevator in a skyscraper when the disaster hit. (Doesn't sound very safe to ME.) Three and Four: Bank employees who happened to be in a vault; Charles is a big, affable African-American who sprouts poetry, and Mr. Barnstaple is his co-worker, a very pleasant man who's gone nuts and thinks he's on vacation. Five: Oh, boy, there's got to be ONE, huh? Eric is a mountain-climber who was well above the clouds on disaster day; he's also a raging racist and he's got a gun. The Not-So-We Five then argue, get sick from radiation, get testy, die, live, work together, underhand each other, that sort of thing. Eventually, Roseanne heads to the city to find out if her husband is still alive. And the world goes on. One of the bleakest films I've ever seen, beautifully photographed (by Sid Lubow and Louis Clyde Stoumen) and I think Oboler did everything else, bringing in the picture for about 5,000 and then selling it to Columbia for a nice profit. The 'name' in the cast is James Anderson, which probably means nothing to you, but a decade later he was playing ANOTHER raging racist; he's Bob Ewell in To Kill a Mockingbird. He's the mountain climber, and affects a simply terrible accent that doesn't sound like any country I've ever heard from. Susan Rubes is the thankless only woman survivor, William Phipps is Michael, and Charles Lampkin is the poetry-spouter. I'm surprised this film isn't better known; it's excellent, different, and has a number of memorable sequences. How come Carnival of Souls, another bleak B&W film (this one reminded me of that one) is a cult favorite, and this film (which is subtitled 'A story about the day after tomorrow') is practically unknown? Million-dollar Dialog: Charles, told they might be able to rig up a generator: 'Electric light! Now that WOULD be something. HA! Then maybe we could find me a washing machine. Then I could fix me up a meter and send me a bill every month. 'course, I wouldn't pay it, so that would force me to disconnect myself.' A good movie and the print on the DVD is outstanding.