Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Blog # 19 The Wild, Wild Planet


Long before the Looney did its version of the swan dive dipping so far below the value of the U.S. dollar that it made West Coast Canada look like the new Hollywood, there were other places in the world suitable for cheap film making.  Italy was the birthplace of the spaghetti western that helped create the legend of Clint Eastwood.  Like they say, you have to churn out a lot of crap before you get a masterpiece.  This isn’t a masterpiece but it might be a piece.




Director
The Main Players

Cmdr. Mike Halstead
Lt. Connie Gomez
Mr. Nurmi
Ken, Lieutenant

Synopsis: 
            The commander of an orbiting space station is recruited to become the chief of a special task force leading terrestrial authorities in the hunt for who or whatever is responsible for the mysterious disappearances of people on a daily basis that’s growing exponentially.  (Did I mention space chicks play a big role?)

Review:
            Listen up helium head.  Yes friends, the depiction of your cranium filled with an inert gas is what passes for putting down one of your friends in jest in this very bleak and boring picture of our future.  In this one, our future looks like something inspired by Lego and Meccano but without all the fancy bits.  We are supposed to be wooed by the introduction of some crappie looking monorail thing that’s essentially just a Chinook helicopter model with the rotors removed and suspended on a wire.  What wonders await us?
            We start off in orbit around the earth on the standard sci-fi spinning doughnut space station where our hero Cmdr Mike Halstead is putting up with an annoying scientist Mr. Nurmi conducting medical experiments by growing human organs.  Nurmi is a solid knob easily rating 9.5 on the updated Richter Knob scale.  This guy’s mad scientist ego would make Marry Shelly shake her head a few times, and she invented the best.  When you’re on some other guy’s space station it isn’t advisable to hit on his woman, but Nurmi can’t help himself when he catches a glimpse of Lt. Connie Gomez.  He wants to get together with her real bad, but not in the way you might think; more creepiness later.
            Eventually Mike will have to rescue her from Nurmi, but in the meantime he is sent to Earth so he can head up a special task force charged with discovering why people keep going missing.  It’s quite comical.  Incredibly great looking models wander around with dorky looking guys with black capes and ball caps and abducting people by shrinking them down to doll size for transport.  It kind of makes sense in the end if only because the close ups are so comical and at one point they rescue a guy when he’s only half shrunk.  Even in the Italian version of Hollywood there is no shortage of jobs for dwarfs. 
            I’ll spare you the ridiculous chase scene where the cars look like bicycles with kayaks mounted on them, or the idiotic rescue of the Cmdr by flying machines functioning in a way best described as YoYo drive.  Skipping right to the end we learn Nurmi has a plan for him and Connie involving more than just sharing a few tender moments.  His intention is the grafting of their two bodies together in a hermaphroditic union creating a super being, or a novelty act.  Either way it’s not a good thing but Mike manages to stop him just in time.  Man I hope they make a remake of this one.  A slight adjustment to the ending and we would get to hear Arnold say, “Hey Nurmi.  Go F@#% Yourself!”  Cinema the art form at its best.
             

Lessons Learned:
  • Space Stations have the coolest discos with real starlight.
  • Lasers and blowtorches look and work very similar in the future.
  • It’s better than waking up in a motel bathtub packed with ice and missing a kidney.
  • Even in the future airport scanners can pick up the little people in your carry-on. 
  • How much to have something enlarged?
  • Experimental dance/theatre is just as dumb and boring in the future as it is now.
  • How the hell did Star Trek happen after these idiots?

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