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Rating: A small great Kemp masterpiece.
Or at least I hope...: there are moments in this film where the precise boundaries of trash awareness become so blurred that everything appears wonderfully unintentional...and therefore purely trash. But then, suddenly, here comes the supreme blunder, the platonic idea of nonsense, something they must have done on purpose, and thus you're reconvinced by the complete awareness of the work's tackiness.
In any case, however you see it, there can be no doubts about the sublime tackiness, albeit high-tech, of this film. Whether it's intentional or not.
Everything is perfect and everything is perfectly imperfect: from the special effects that carelessly swing from more than acceptable to unforgivably amateurish, to the goofy face of the protagonist (who at times - I believe unintentionally - resembles the best Jerry Calà), the head of all, a patriotic singer and number one of the armed forces -... - to the supreme Jolene Blalock (former great beauty, known to everyone from Star Trek, here entering yet another surgical era, the one that makes you look like a crazy cat with wide-open eyes...a pity).
Without revealing the plot, which wouldn't be a serious crime anyway, it can be said that the film is absolutely recommended for lovers of trash, absurdity, and nonsense.
You find yourself in truly sublime moments, between uncontrollable laughter and bewildered amazement.
A masterpiece in its own way. Kemp or trash, whatever it may be.
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