Well, I'll be damned. Here I was thinking that this film no longer existed, and here it is. It's like Flying Saucers Over Istanbul (aka Ucan Daireler Istanbulda) just showed up at its own funeral, looked around at the stunned mourners, and was all like, "What?"
For those of you who do have expectations built up around Flying Saucers Over Istanbul, hypothetical as you may be, let me say this: If those expectation are built upon the action-packed Turkish trash cinema from the 60s and 70s that so many of us have come to know and love, be forewarned that this film is a wholly different animal. That, however, is not to say that it's something we haven't seen many, many times before. In fact, regular 4DK readers will likely recognize it as a type of film that I've covered with almost numbing regularity, a type that pops up during just about the same period in seemingly every film culture in which science fiction is not a staple genre.
A Trip to the Moon, India's Trip to Moon, or Mexico's Conquistador de la Luna, all of these films boast certain key elements: comically bumbling Earthlings, lady aliens who look more like Rockettes than rocket jockeys, cardboard box robots, and a trifling narrative that takes stock situations from American science fiction films of the 50s and attempts, with varying degrees of success, to milk them for laughs. While a film like Flying Saucers Over Istanbul could technically be called a pioneering example of Turkish science fiction cinema, the truth is that, as in those other mentioned films, its science fiction elements are less its reason for being than they are simply a timely novelty on which to hang some gags. If any American film could be said to have influenced the picture, it is more likely to be The Three Stooges in Orbit or Abbott and Costello go to Mars than it is Forbidden Planet.
UPDATE: 4DK reader/commentor Tuğba was kind enough to write in from Turkey to fill me in on the finer details of Flying Saucers Over Instanbul's plot. Apparently, the nightclub at which all of the belly dancing is taking place is a spinsters' club, and the women there have hired the belly dancers in order to lure potential husbands into the place. (You know, I was wondering why all of those old ladies were hanging out in a belly dancing club.) Also, the bottle that the space babes give the two klutzy reporters contains a youth serum, or "unaging" potion, which explains why everyone is so hot to get their hands on it. Lastly, the reason for said space babes visit to Istanbul is that time honored necessity that has seen so many amazonian extraterrestrials make their way to our green planet over the course of film history: the need to replenish their planet's dwindling supply of men. Damn those men with their shorter life spans and unhealthy habits! The next group of femaliens to hit our shores might also want to stock up on Stairmasters, Nicoderm patches and soy burgers in order to keep the new herd around a little longer. Just sayin'.
Anyway, Tuğba's comment goes into much greater detail than what I have referred to above, and deserves to be read in its entirety. Scroll down to the comments section below this post to check it out for yourself.