This one's a rather unique film. It capitalizes on some campy humor while pushing the enveloped on what kind of a camp. Last year at band camp? No, more like last year at space-robot-sex camp.
I loved the stream of consciousness that propels and intertwines all of the humor and jokes, huge stretches almost seeming like singular conversations in a web of independent film nuances that may possible look worthy enough for a silver screen.
Nerds rejoice, though, as this piece is chock-full, or should I say cock-full, of a plenitude of interplanetary references, even at the bra as they rattle off the nectars of various science fiction universes.
I loved the stream of consciousness that propels and intertwines all of the humor and jokes, huge stretches almost seeming like singular conversations in a web of independent film nuances that may possible look worthy enough for a silver screen.
Nerds rejoice, though, as this piece is chock-full, or should I say cock-full, of a plenitude of interplanetary references, even at the bra as they rattle off the nectars of various science fiction universes.