Masters Of The Universe (1987, Gary Godard)
This was worth the wait. Cannon as feck. From Dolph's opening "where the flip do I look?" to the hobbit to the Langella gorging himself Creosote style on the scenery ETC. REWATCH!!!!!!!!!
Loads of sexually repressed folk battle for something or other. A faint whiff of The Visitor. FAINT. Meg Foster. Someone had watched some scifi. Wants to be Flash Gordon, but is too Freudian to achieve such heights (FG being Dionysisian cough)
Ahem.
I AM NOT DRUNK.
