Anyway, it has everything - I remember that much - including an elephant and pot-smoking grannies (well, really a guy in drag made up to look like someone's grandmother).
I can't remember the plot. I'm not sure it had one.
Bob Donahue, donahue@skepsis.comCut to a space prison where Billy Dee Williams is recruiting a team of inmates (why are the criminals always the only ones with technical skills?) to find out what happened on the ship. They voyage to the spinning cardboard wreck and start a grueling schedule of alternately poking at random panels and acting out rather tame virtual-reality fantasies. The alien siren starts appearing in the fantasies, then in real life. A computer virus is discovered to have human DNA, some things blow up, and eventually the last guy left standing finds himself taking the siren back to civilization so she can destroy it.
Entertainingly MSTable, with only a couple R-rated scenes. You'll never listen to a wedding march the same way again.
From the editor
[Editor's note: I think this might be Destroy All Monsters
under another name.]
Well, probably not. This is how I remember it:
It's the future. Mankind lives in some kind of one-world state thingy. The state approved culture is disco culture. Why, people have to wear little glittery things on their forehead -- it's the law. (More about that later.) The guy who rules the world, Boogalow, an oily, unctuous fop, puts on an international talent competition. Of course, everything is disco save for one, lone warbling little folk-music duo. Boogalow the chick singer in the group is hot. He takes her away from her boyfriend/co-singer and leads her into a life of perdition. Her boyfriend tries to get her back yet is thwarted at every try until he finds this band of hippies under a bridge. Together, they basically overthrow Boogalow by just meeting the guy, and spread their love power throughout the world or something. I don't quite remember. Oh, and it's hinted Boogalow is actually Satan, making those glittery things the mark of the beast, I guess. In sum: imagine an unholy cross between Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Escape 2000 and you're almost there.
Mike Daddino, mragar@ibm.net