Remembered more fondly than it probably should be, this cult comedy tee-hees a certain other space opera via the zany guise of intergalactic swashbuckling in pursuit of riches — or for sci-fi purposes — AGUA! However, after yours truly’s careful consideration amid about three too many robot battles, the subtext really seems more to do with the round-about procurement of poontang.
Robert Urich is a space pirate smitten with Mary Crosby‘s Ice Princess (honest!) and, along with merry minions Ron Perlman and John Matuszak, he horndogs across the universe doing her bodacious bidding in hope of laying hands on her frosty booty. Not that she’s opposed. In fact, it’s through her direct intervention that a snapping BEAR TRAP meant for his nethers misses its mark, allowing Mr. Urich and cyberneticist sidekick Michael D. Roberts to falsetto their way out of said castration camp and into temporary, though spandex’d servitude at a daffy disco before resuming their cheeky cavalcade of double entendres.
That’s Anjelica Huston (!?!) as the snarling she-pirate who’s a little TOO comfortable with cold steel and patent leather and is also prone to the ham-fisted sapphic symbolism of lopping off the heads of dang near every man she meets. But, but, but does Dan Tanna score? Well, unlike that whiney Skywalker kiddo, he fares far better than a tonsil tango with his own honey-bun coifed SISTER!!! CineSchlockers don’t dare blink or they’ll miss the immortal John Carradine very nearly breathing his last as an evil (and bedridden) "Supreme Commander."
No breasts. 10 corpses. One plucked parrot. Gratuitous jazz hands. Cat fighting. Gratuitous robo pimp. Multiple decapitations. Level-5 Bruce Vilanch alert. Gratuitous urination. Kung fu robots. Fast mo. Erotic "crashing waves" montage. It’s tough being a pirate in the Space Age: "What happened to ‘We rape! We pillage!’ ?"