Poor, silly, dumb...in short, altogether 'twonky'
I guess I should warn of POSSIBLE SPOILERS here, but then I doubt it's really possible to spoil much about this crummy little movie.
I'd never seen this film and was glad when I saw TCM planned to air it...though I approached it with a lot of trepidation based on reviews I'd read.
Sorry to the fans who think this was a "great" movie...it isn't. Not even close.
For this I blame Arch Oboler, the screenwriter-producer-director. Oboler was a fairly big name in radio (Lights Out and so on) but his ventures into filmmaking were uniformly pretty awful. His (relatively) best was probably Five (1951), just released on DVD, a post-nuclear war drama. But he's also the guy behind the first 3-D movie, Bwana Devil (1952), one of the cheapest, most imbecilic films of its type ever made, which is saying a lot, with an African theme park in California standing in for Africa. In all, he made ten scattered movies, including a couple of soft-core porn films in the late 60s-early 70s. The Twonky was his last film until something called 1 + 1: Exploring the Kinsey Reports (1961), actually based on a play he'd written, and which, coming 13 years after Kinsey, was hardly anything new.
Whatever Oboler's talents for radio may have been, he had little feel for movies. He has no visual sense whatsoever, little pacing, and whatever writing ability he may have had on radio utterly escapes him here...which didn't stop him from making some of the talkiest films ever made. His work is uniformly heavy-handed and obvious, with clunky and uninspired camera movement.
The Twonky is a good example of Oboler's lack of feeling for the medium of film. It's extremely cheaply made, all on real sites (no studio shots), and while that fact would seem a plus, it isn't. The sound is very bad (lots of echoing), and much exterior dialogue (as in the car sequences) is dubbed over, very, very badly. Camera angles and set-ups are poorly thought-out, editing is extremely amateurish, and the film has a claustrophobic feel due to Oboler's limitations as a visual stylist and his iditotic notion that "all close-ups, all the time", excessive mugging for the cameras and constantly shouted dialogue, are somehow the marks of expressive direction.
His script virtually defines "heavy-handed". Lots of subtle-as-an-anvil "humor" (which is about as funny as having an anvil dropped on your foot, and about as sophisticated). There's little sense or logic: an elderly college football coach suddenly, out of nowhere, comes up with not only the explanation for this mysterious TV set -- a transformed robot made by a being from an oppressive future -- but even knows its name -- "Twonky"? Right -- perfectly logical and credible! And this guy's a writer? Things progress without getting any more believable...and certainly without getting any funnier.
Oboler's handling of his actors is equally inept. I love Hans Conried, he's almost always great, and was a good dramatic actor before becoming known for his comedic gifts. But even as versatile and likable a performer as Conried is lost here, done in by a dreadful script and Oboler's insistence on making him approach the part in a state of screeching hysteria, coupled with his excessive (and unfunny) mugging for the cameras (as alluded to earlier). Frankly, I think Conried was miscast; the story calls for a more ordinary man, gradually driven to distraction by this machine. Already known as an eccentric performer, Conried's casting was too much of a set-up, too obvious for a movie about which the word "obvious" is a dictionary definition. The rest of the cast has done better things (and done them better), and unfortunately every one of them is, uniformly, annoying -- nothing interesting or sympathetic or funny about them at all.
This movie is, in short, just plain stupid.
Though I've never read it, The Twonky is based on a short story written by a man named Henry Kuttner in the 1940s. From what I've read in Bill Warren's book Keep Watching the Skies, in the story a being from the future lands in a radio factory and fashions a radio console into a Twonky -- a robot designed to help its owner make right choices -- for some "lucky" buyer. The Twonky's motives for "helping" its new owner, including its seemingly random decisions on what is and is not permissible for its owner to do, were more mysteriously motivated and unpredictable from the reader's point of view. And, in the story, the Twonky zaps both the owner's girlfriend (when she tries to destroy it) and ultimately the owner himself; the story ends with a new couple being shown the man's apartment, equipped with a brand new radio console.
Unsurprisingly, or should I say predictably, Oboler, an old radio man, makes the Twonky into a TV set, which may make sense for 1953, with TV the new gizmo on the block -- and a cheap and ready source of contempt for filmmakers too. But Oboler throws out all the subtlety and mystery of the story (as well as its "unhappy" ending, with the Twonky surviving its owner). The behavior he gives the Twonky is lame and unoriginal. The Twonky itself is some sort of odd kind of puppet rig, which though somewhat clumsy is acceptable for a film made on such a low budget. But things like its weird little voice, which comes out of nowhere, don't work too well. Still, when a poorly-done "monster" is the best thing about a movie, you know you have a pretty bad film overall.
Cheap, overbearing, badly written and directed, dragging...the complaints could be endless. The film is worth a look for curiosity's sake but when someone says this is funny or well-made they're just not used to decent films or are easily entertained. Low budget movies can be good but they have to be made by someone who knows what he's doing. Oboler doesn't, and unfortunately here he's a triple threat, writing, producing and directing: there was no one to step in and fix the bad parts (i.e., the film). This could have been a clever film with a serious undertone, had the original story had been followed, the humor been of something other than a sophomoric slapstick variety, and the actors been permitted to act instead of mug. Oboler fails on all fronts, and The Twonky becomes just a cheap, dull little oddity that cheats its audience even as it bores and irks them.
The Twonky is just junky.