The year is 40,000. After peaceful floating in zero-gravity, astronaut Barbarella lands on the frozen planet Lythion and sets out to find renowned scientist Durand Durand in the City of Night, Sogo, where a new sin is invented every hour. There, she encounters such objects as the Excessive Machine, a genuine sex organ on which an expert artist of the keyboard, in this case, Durand Durand himself, can drive a victim to death by pleasure, a lesbian queen who can make her fantasies take form in her Chamber of Dreams, and a group of ladies smoking a giant hookah which dispenses Essence of Man through a poor victim struggling in its glass globe. You can not help but be impressed by the special effects crew and the various ways that were found to tear off what minimal clothes our heroine seemed to possess. Written by
First to people not from the 60's zeitgeist, hallucinogenics were common practice when watching films in the theaters during this period. I know a whole group of guys who kept going to 2001 dropping Acid during the Stargate sequence. Can you tell? Yes, Jane Fonda is so hot here but Klute comes with a plot, a director, a script and a point. Yes, I love all the aging hippies who see their old decadent philosophy of LOVE which did not include bathing for those of us living around them, by the way. Yes, no more war or weapons, one global world of endless libertinism, I'm sorry, sexual liberation. For people under forty, I advise drinking as an earlier reviewer warned you to. Please, I am sorry I turned into the guy from the Big Lebowski: "The revolution is over, condolences, the bums lost."For someone who grew up around these very odd, lazy, badly smelling losers I do not find their cultural products amusing. I found them as weird then as I do now. The revolution always seemed to revolve around others supporting them while they gave everyone the middle finger. The movie is not bad; the movie emptied out theaters when it was released. The first feature in a drive in was an action movie. It was packed side to side. Once this movie came on, the exodus began in earnest.
Soon, two or three cars, at a time, started their engines. Open laughter and sarcastic remarks were heard throughout the lot. That reviewer was correct, the most often heard remark was WTF is this S? Forgive me, but to quote Cheech and Chong: "C'mon honey, don't just stand there airing it out let's get a little action going." Well, the whole movie is coitus interruptus; Basic Instinct, while crap also, at least gives you more than this if you know what I mean. If you were looking for a movie, you came to the wrong place. It is nothing but a glorified peep show; why do you think Fonda refused to discuss it in her interviews? I swear bad movies are become projective tests lately; people see their own values reflected back at them: read some Freud, you are seeing yourself not the movie. After the opening strip tease, ooh! a breast, how exciting! It was when I was fifteen; I moved on. The ship appears to be in hair detergent of some kind complete with air bubbles and the ship is shag carpeted with the hideous decor of people on strong drugs. I had to live in that crap, how humiliating! She meets men and has sex off camera; the head woman has the hots for her but again nothing is shown on camera.
The acting is the worst you will ever endure; the movie makes The Motionless Picture seem like The Matrix. The pacing mirrors symmetrically the acting; it moves at rock erosion speed. Law's Pygar makes Canoe in that Day The Earth Stood Still seem like Marlon Brando. For those of us, not on mushrooms or LSD, the movie puts the capital S in Sucks though a better term is synonymous with excremental. You think you have seen bad? This movie sets the standard. We, by the way, were the only car left out of 100 by the end of the movie. Horrible Steaming Pile Of Poop.
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