I am starting a series where I put up old movies (clips, or entire movies), for everyone’s viewing pleasure. We all have enough seriousness in our lives, and it certainly does not hurt to stop and smell the roses ever so often. God knows, we all catch rough days, and we could all do with having a good laugh every now and then. So, what better way to do that, than to kick off the shoes, slip into something more comfortable, and curl up with a good movie.
So, starting tonight, I will put up the first in a series of movies for everyone. First up, “Queen of Outer Space.”
This is one of my all-time favourite B-movie flicks. It stars that wonderfully eloquent Zsa Zsa Gabor. In the film, astronauts from America go to Venus on the first mission to the planet, to investigate strange goings-on on the planet, when much to their surprise, they find a planet run by women only.
Yes, Venus, a planet with a surface temperature hot enough to melt steel, has ladies running it, ladies who walk around in high heels wearing mini-skirts.
Anywho, the queen of Venus upon meeting the astronauts fears that they are there to attack Venus, so she aims her death-ray at Earth to blow it up. Much shenanigans, unintended slapstick, and Zsa Zsa’s very so lucid accent, “I hate zat Kveen!” will keep you in stitches. The special effects are hilarious, the space monsters crude, but, it’s a fun movie to watch.
The giant caterpillar/spider/cockroach creature; the lipstick walkie-talkie remotes; the astronaut’s space uniforms (that look like leftovers from Leslie Nielsen’s group from the movie, “Forbidden Planet”); the women’s raygun weapons that look like acrylic Black & Decker drills; the frightening “Beta Dis-Integrater”.
Yep, they don’t make them like this anymore. If you can, try to rent or buy, “Queen of Outer Space.” It’s so bad, it’s good.
Try to bear with the German announcer. (All I could think of while he was talking, was “Shut up, and on with the movie, already, okay!” and if you cannot let the German subtitles distract you, it is a fun movie.) Once he is finished, strap yourself in, blast off, and enjoy the ladies of Venus, and the American astronauts as the battle of the sexes never was so funny.
Botchino! Botchino!
Ann
