That black-and-white footage, which purports to show the 1947 dissection of an extraterrestrial in New Mexico, caused quite a stir when it aired in a 1995 Fox TV special and appeared in the pages of Penthouse — mainly among people who derided it as a publicity stunt. One-upping the skeptics, the Alien Autopsy Controversy page suggests that the film was ham-handedly faked by the U.S. government to discredit the ''real'' footage, which presumably is languishing in some Roswell Fotomat. Striking a blow for rationality, the Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal uses expert testimony to convincingly demolish the film as an outright hoax.
Who cares if aliens exist? They make great plot devices.
The new CD-ROM game Drowned God neatly combines UFO paranoia, government conspiracy, and big-eyed creatures in an eerie interactive thriller that makes The Twilight Zone seem like Pee-wee's Playhouse.
Area 51 exists, and it's a terrific retail opportunity.
Not only has the tourist-happy state of Nevada officially dubbed the desolate road along Area 51 the Extraterrestrial Highway, but also the Area 51 web page peddles maps, viewers' guides, and T-shirts to all those Will Smith wannabes.
Bearing this in mind, I humbly present my own theory: If aliens ever beam down, they're not going to materialize in some remote Iowa cornfield — watch for them in the CAA reception lounge. E.T., phone your agent!
