Alien from L.A.

Synopsis: Wanda is a shy plain girl with a very boring life. When her father, an archaeologist, disappears on an expedition, she flies out to look for him. She ends up in an underground world, where no one believes in a surface world. Except for the secret police, who think she and her fathers are spies.
Director(s): Albert Pyun
Production: Media Home Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
87 min


the creep broke up with you...

over your answering machine.

I just want to know why

he broke up.

He doesn't like you.

Thanks, Daisy.

You should've gone blonder.

He's here.

- You got my message, right?

- Yeah, I did, Robbie.

I just wanted to...

Wanted to, what,

harass me about breaking up?

No. I just want to know why.

What did I do wrong?

You didn't do anything wrong,


I thought you really liked me.

You said I was special...

so naturally,

I want to know why.


you never want to go anywhere.

I do so.

I know...

two blocks, to the beach.

You didn't want to go

on the camping trip...

to the Grand Canyon

or rock climbing in Yosemite...

or to the Fourth of July party

in Ensenada.

I get car sick.

I told you I'd fly you there.

I'm scared of flying.

You know that.

You're scared of everything.

What else is wrong with me?

Look, what's the point?

You obviously have

a serious problem...

and we've wasted

the whole summer because of it.

There's only two weeks

left in August...

and I want to salvage

something, all right?

Robbie, please.

Let's talk about it.

I can change. I want to change.

Just tell me

what you don't like about me.

You won't change, Wanda.

Please, Robbie.

Give me a chance.

What don't you like about me,

and I'll change.

All right, your glasses

make you look stupid.

Your hair's ugly.

You dress like a nerd.

You walk like a clod.

Your voice gives me a headache.

Is that enough?

How come you never told me this

before, huh?

Why'd you even go out with me

in the first place...

if I'm such a geek?

Look, Wanda, I'm really sorry

I hurt you. I didn't mean to.

But you are who you are. We're

just not right for each other.


Yeah, sure. OK.

Whoa. Way to go.

All this rejection

is really getting to me.

I mean, it seems ever since

I was a kid I've been rejected.

Hey, you.

Even my own dad. He left me.

He's an explorer, Wanda.

It's his job to travel

and not be home.

- For ten years?

- Well, so, he's been real busy.

And what about my mom?

She's left.

She got hit by a car and died,

Wanda. She didn't have a choice.


Oh, you're right.

She didn't have a choice.

But my dad did.

Where's Wanda?

No one wants me... for anything.

I want you. I want you to get

your butt out of this car...

and come give me a hand.

I'm dying here.

I'm Wanda Saknussemm...

and I'm not going to be afraid

to change my life.

This time, I'm going to do it.

This time, I'm...

Please, God.

You make something happen

in my life...

anything at all, really.


Wanda Saknussemm?

I can't believe it. I'll bet

it's from my brother-in-law.

You're Wanda Saknussemm?

Behind the counter, and tell

her to get her butt out here.

I need those four shakes.

- I ordered a cheeseburger.

- I ordered a cheeseburger, too.

Three burgers.

Oh, excuse me.

Wanda Saknussemm?

Yeah. I'm Wanda Saknussemm.

Special delivery from Africa.

Would you like

to sign here, please?

There we go.


That's great. Thanks very much.


Oh, my God.

What's the matter?

My father's dead.

It says he fell down

a bottomless pit.

I'm sorry, Wanda.

Who wrote you?

A man named Paddy Mahoney.

He says he was dad's friend

and business partner.

He owns a bar somewhere

in Zamboanga, North Africa.

Mr. Mahoney

wants me to come see him.

He even sent a plane ticket.


I guess dad's made a will

he wants me to deal with.

You're not going to go,

are you, honey?

But I should probably go,

Auntie Pearl.

I mean, Mr. Mahoney

thinks it's important enough...

to send me a plane ticket...

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