I'd like to give The Fly 1958 the coveted green check mark if for no other reason it serves as a palate cleanser from reality based dramas. But it is so absurd in every respect and downright tedious it is only out of my sense of charity and deference to the morbidly curious (I guess you'd have to put me in that category) that it gets a three star rating. I suppose it's not that unusual for scientific geniuses to have an extensive home laboratory in the basement. And accidents do happen. But how many 10 year old boys make a game out of collecting flies anyway? And how much time was wasted desperately trying to find that one special fly outside in the garden? And yes it was circa 1958 but forensic pathologists must still have been able to distinguish a giant squished fly from a human body. Chalk this one up to kitsch and, as advertised, "for your own good don't see it alone."