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The universe is ruled by metrosexual Fu Manchu, and a football player must overcome an army of plastic ketchup people. After using his finesse to save the galaxy here, it’s no surprise that Josh Barnett went on to become a successful heavyweight in MMA.
Mr. Gordon may have a bland personality, but he fortunately isn’t played too histrionic. It would’ve been so easy to overact the satirical square-jawed ‘HERO’ part, but Josh Barnett-lite tones it down enough to be funny and likeable. Also, picking a favorite voice in this movie is like picking a favorite child. I personally gravitate towards the bellowing husky-viking-angel guy, with the booming and dynamic cadence. He speaks in caps lock. “STTAAUNND BUUUAY… “
There’s a majestic glow highlighted by a tinge shinier than Roy Scheider smeared with Vaseline. If Albert Pyun directed 2001 with sunglasses on, it wouldn’t be as shiny as this. This is a nice complement to the sets, in all of their hot dog saturated grandeur. The sets themselves occasionally look like vast, symmetrical Peter Greenaway-esque stages constructed by an LSD-stimulated Hulkamaniac.
Star Wars may have light sabers, but it lacks floppy blunt plastic swords. This came out around the height of Star Wars-fever, and seems like a borderline satire of big budgeted sci-fi fantasy epics. There’s an involving story and fun characters in addition to its ‘spoof-ier’ aspects though. It embraces the source material, I suppose. It’s not like Spaceballs where the entertainment value lies purely in the farce. Even though the humor is silly and self-aware, I don’t think it goes too overboard on comedy. It’s hammier than a Canadian deli, but I could see somebody who didn’t know any better thinking that it was actually trying to be badass… which makes it even more hilarious.
Flash Gordon (1980)
The universe is ruled by metrosexual Fu Manchu, and a football player must overcome an army of plastic ketchup people. After using his finesse to save the galaxy here, it’s no surprise that Josh Barnett went on to become a successful heavyweight in MMA.
Mr. Gordon may have a bland personality, but he fortunately isn’t played too histrionic. It would’ve been so easy to overact the satirical square-jawed ‘HERO’ part, but Josh Barnett-lite tones it down enough to be funny and likeable. Also, picking a favorite voice in this movie is like picking a favorite child. I personally gravitate towards the bellowing husky-viking-angel guy, with the booming and dynamic cadence. He speaks in caps lock. “STTAAUNND BUUUAY… “
There’s a majestic glow highlighted by a tinge shinier than Roy Scheider smeared with Vaseline. If Albert Pyun directed 2001 with sunglasses on, it wouldn’t be as shiny as this. This is a nice complement to the sets, in all of their hot dog saturated grandeur. The sets themselves occasionally look like vast, symmetrical Peter Greenaway-esque stages constructed by an LSD-stimulated Hulkamaniac.
Star Wars may have light sabers, but it lacks floppy blunt plastic swords. This came out around the height of Star Wars-fever, and seems like a borderline satire of big budgeted sci-fi fantasy epics. There’s an involving story and fun characters in addition to its ‘spoof-ier’ aspects though. It embraces the source material, I suppose. It’s not like Spaceballs where the entertainment value lies purely in the farce. Even though the humor is silly and self-aware, I don’t think it goes too overboard on comedy. It’s hammier than a Canadian deli, but I could see somebody who didn’t know any better thinking that it was actually trying to be badass… which makes it even more hilarious.