Here's a soap opera in space, obviously made on the cheap, using a few cramped sets and some of the poorest special effects ever seen. There are no space dangers to speak of. Instead, a few whiskery shots of a model rocket bursting through a cardboard backdrop, are used to divide various sequences of fake emotional drama. Only in the brief episode involving a berserk, re-animated man does the movie offer any action to make this soap opera more palatable.
With the exception of an earnest portrayal of megalomania by Bill Williams, the acting is as colorless as the cast. The pre-credits sequence is even mouthed by an actor reading his lines from an obvious idiot board.
The "direction" (if you can call it that) by Bernard Knowles is as routine as can be, using a plethora of dull, uninspired, TV-style close-ups. Even the photography by Geoffrey Faithful (of all people!) is flat and featureless.
With the exception of an earnest portrayal of megalomania by Bill Williams, the acting is as colorless as the cast. The pre-credits sequence is even mouthed by an actor reading his lines from an obvious idiot board.
The "direction" (if you can call it that) by Bernard Knowles is as routine as can be, using a plethora of dull, uninspired, TV-style close-ups. Even the photography by Geoffrey Faithful (of all people!) is flat and featureless.