Several lushes are holding down barstools in mid-afternoon and listening to dire news about the Commies on a newfangled television device, when a mysterious stranger makes them watch while he sloshes brandy around in a snifter. Next thing you know, the news gets a lot worse, with the Russkies invading the West Coast with paratroopers, A-bombing New York, Boulder Dam, and a shipyard, while the U.S. military feebly fights back. (Modern-day audiences should enjoy the scenes of Congress members being machine gunned by Soviet troops.) But wait, it wasn't real! The mysterious fella hypnotized them all with the swirling booze! The lounge lizards clamp their fedoras on their blunt heads, straighten their ties, and leave sober as judges, full to the gills of scotch and new resolve on how they can all help make the U.S. a safer place. Apparently the filmmakers thought WWIII would look a lot like WWII, since about one-third of this film is made up of WWII and Korea newsreel stock. Even the post-nuke NYC is footage of London after the 1940 blitz. They even go so far as having the Russian officers look and sound like Nazis (cutting a few corners on costumes). Keep an eye out for both of TV's Lois Lanes (Phyllis Coates and Noel Neill) and Peggie Castle. Also, see if you can figure out which actor is Edward G. Robinson, Jr. (I couldn't). File under cold-war hysteria exploitation quickies, but remember that in '53 buying a bottle of vodka was enough to get you hauled in front of Joe McCarthy as a pinko commie symp. And no, don't confuse this with the Reagan-era film by the same name in which hero Chuck Norris single-handedly repels the Red Menace.