This is an image gracing the back of a birthday card I received from my sister in law this weekend. SO, in honor of the Hoff I have a primo piece of 70's Sci-Fi Trash for display.
Sometimes you come by a movie that is so atrociously bad that it transcends badness into the realm of hilarious immortality. This is such a film. If it had legs and big muscle bound arms it would lift itself to the heavens and scream a battle cry, then fart. Everything about this film is half assed and half baked. From the robot that has a Louisiana accent Elle,
..to our lead Caroline Munro who, when not rapped in plasitc furniture covering, is saving the known galaxy, which consists of many different colored stars not unlike those lights you string up for christmas, in a g string.
There are fights with HUGE robots, done in that old "Clash of the Titans" style stop motion animation, who have TITS!!!!
"Maniac" perv Joe Spinell plays the antagonist here, looking like a cross between Ming the Merciless and Count Chocula.
All around the story is pointless because you will be taken out of the movie fairly early on because all the space ships look like obvious toys and models and the actors sling out such terrible dialogue at rapid movie rate speech that all you can do is sit back and hold on to your jewels.
Grab on to the nearest frosty beverage, drink about 6-10 of them, have some buds over, and enjoy one of the worst movies I have ever seen next to Troll 2, Howling: New Moon Rising, and Space Mutiny.
5/5 for pure shittyness
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