A green-skinned, warty alien (Glenn Barnes) crash-lands somewhere in the boons of Maryland. As you do when you crash on an alien, potentially hostile planet, the green warty dude putters about in the woods and invades people's garages.
All too soon, our alien friend makes contact with the dominant species in the area: alcoholic breast-hole shirt wearer Joe (Richard Ruxton). Obviously, Joe gets it into his head to catch himself a green man (no connection with Celtic gods, I suppose) and sell it to people in the big city.
So together with a bunch of his boozer friends he goes a-huntin' aliens. Alas/fortunately the alien has certain advantages over the deer the locals usually hunt. It knows how to shoot back. This can only end in a terrible tragedy.
The Galaxy Invader is one of the films of Baltimore's own king of locally produced monster movies, Don Dohler. Dohler was a backyard genius to some, a talentless hack to others.
It's far from being Dohler's best film, and, worse, it's also far from being one of Dohler's entertaining films. Turns out that making his monster something of a tragic figure goes far beyond Dohler's abilities as a director and writer and puts the weakest part of his films - the insipid dialogue and unfortunate talkiness - more in the foreground than I would call sane, making for a rather boring time.
Friends of bad acting will probably have at least a little fun with the amount of screaming and absurd line readings going on here, but that's something you get in Dohler's more exciting pictures, too. I also found the skewed conservatism of Dohler's world view at least slightly endearing. In Dohlermore, 1985 is still 1954 only with the haircuts of 1978 - most certainly not a place I'd want to live in, but coming for a visit from time to time could be fun.