Above, Dorothy Malone's Oscar comes to life to taunt her.
Below, you figure it out.
The Vladimir and Estragon of Space are tired of waiting.
Eventually, Davis and his family go away. Caught up by a fresh vortex, they find themselves in the Great Junkyard of Space. You know it's futuristic because you see a space shuttle (first in flight that very year) amid the hulks and wrecks. These are apparently the leftovers after the big cleanup of Earth debris for the Devil's Tower dump, but they're enough to awe our family. After some theoretical suspense over whether the little girl will be left behind, the Davis brood realizes that the Junkyard will be their new home. Happy to be reunited (even son Chris Mitchum made it before the last vortex), they seem untroubled by being cut off from the rest of their presumably extended family, all their friends (maybe they had none), co-workers, etc. As they approach a glass-painting city with its promise of adventures to come (something about this 79 minute feature fairly screams "failed pilot"), patriarch Davis decides that it was all meant to be -- which isn't the same as it being meant to be anything -- which it isn't.
The effects are hit (the critters) or miss (most of everything else) and Cardos's pictorial ambitions are compromised by the typical Mill Creek pan-and-scan, but there's a sort of charm to the naive irrelevance of the story. One thing the writers nail beyond dispute is the authentic incomprehension common people would probably experience amid waves of trinary-nova phenomena. The irony is that while the family doesn't know what's going on, there really isn't anything going on, by normal movie standards. The day time ends really means that nothing matters anymore. That realization is like a cleansing brain-flush that makes it hard to dislike this film while it remains equally hard to recommend it to the casual moviegoer. But the type of people who will buy a Mill Creek boxset should find it at least a partial justification, for amusement's sake, for buying Sci-Fi Invasion.