Solid, but rather unkind to women The best moment in this film for me was when the father (Ray Milland) reflects on what he's been doing since he found out that major cities in the United States had been hit with atomic bombs, namely, aggressively protecting his family to the point of committing robbery, assault, arson, vandalism, and murder, and says "I looked for the worst in others, and I found it in myself."
Oh, if only this moment had been expanded on, and the film had a more challenging moral reckoning awaiting this guy. As it is, his alpha male, commando-like performance, complete with shouting down his wife at every opportunity, is seen as a virtue, protecting his own against all possible threats, most notably three hoodlums who stand in for late 50's/early 60's rebel/greaser/beatnik types who have no moral compass at all. Aside from the mass panic, with traffic jams, price gouging, and commodity shortages, these kinds of people are the real problem, the film says, not upstanding citizens like the father, who is just rapidly adapting to the times in a Darwinian act of survival of the fittest.
The film is very effective in showing just how quickly society can degenerate in the event of a catastrophe, and how taut its storytelling is, especially early on. How rapidly the father takes matters into his own hands is shocking, and there is a sense of real menace in the interactions with everyone around him. The fact the hoodlums are serially raping women they encounter, including locking one up in her own house for that purpose, conveys a horrifying sense of the violence of a lawless world, which was pretty dark stuff for 1962.
Unfortunately, the film is, on the whole, unkind to its female characters. The wife and daughter (Jean Hagen and Mary Mitchel in thankless roles) are subordinate to the father and son (Frankie Avalon), the latter of whom refers to them as "the women," as in "boy, I bet the women are shook up," after the two run through a barricade set up by folks trying to protect their town. They have no input on decisions and are expected to follow orders. It seems the point is, if you strip away the veneer of civilization, we revert to Cro-Magnon behavior, and this is the natural order of things. Perhaps to offset this regressive behavior(?), when the daughter is raped, the scene is accompanied with a disturbingly jaunty bit of jazz, the cool music of progressives of the era. Regardless, it's completely inappropriate to the event, which is then "solved" by the father and son's vengeance. The only positive was when the woman they rescue from rape (Joan Freeman) shows herself to be brave and capable of handling a gun, but it wasn't enough.
The film certainly provides a window into the time period, and reflects a very real fear. For the four decades between 1949, when the Soviet Union first exploded an atomic bomb, and through the 1980's with Reagan's ratcheting up of the Cold War, global nuclear annihilation was a top of mind, existential fear, referenced in countless films, books, and songs. (Of course, this threat is still with us, just overshadowed by another threat, climate change).
What's interesting about this story is that it shows how survival in such a scenario may not be such a good thing. Perhaps Cormac McCarthy saw this film as a young man and used it as inspiration for his incredibly scary novel, The Road. It's enough to make viewers want to build a giant bunker and brace themselves for the apocalypse, ala Zuckerberg and other billionaires, or at least, to buy up a bunch of guns (I'm being facetious). While understandable at the most primitive level, I just wish that this kind of dog-eat-dog mentality had been shown in a darker light in the film, and to be part of the problem, not necessarily a tidy solution.