Ah, the fifties. The Golden Age of giant monsters, the highpoint of radioactivity, the Atomic Age. This was the decade that spend its free time either portraying communists as otherworldly intruders or hiding in a corner worrying what the big A-bomb would do in the wrong hands. Oh, and something about the American dream and all that crap. Either way, drive-ins were packed, the war was over, and monsters were unleashed, so we're happy.