The two little guys in the back, the pointing one under the toadstool cap and the one he’s looking at, are having an interesting exchange:
“Borf, look, it’s secret people!”
“Wait a minute, I thought we were the secret people, Dorf.”
“That damn Wyndham, he never gets his introductions straight.”
“Well, let’s just eat more ‘shrooms.”
C’mon Frazetta. You go through all that artisty time and trouble to get the wrinkled clothing just right but cop out by not putting the woman in high heels?
A Luger, not a .45 or a Webley? Nazi bastard.
Well, the people are not going to stay secret much longer with John Wyndham introducing them. Come to think of it, it’s hard to keep people a secret in the first place when the underground cavern they live in is glaringly lit for some reason.
Is it just me, or is the man standing in a really strange way? Rough on the wrists to fire a gun at that angle.