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The Wild, Wild Planet

(1965)

It's the swingin' mod future in Tonka Land, and things are crazy, baby: these chicks with awful piled-up hair - with the help of some Ray Ban-sportin', four-armed fucks - are going around shrinking people down to doll size! Space Command is on the case, and the guy in charge is a lot like Captain Kirk, except more of a hothead: "You and your stupid rules, regulations, and protocol!" he says after they stop him from choking the main suspect on the spot. He gets confined to his quarters to think about what he's done, but he sneaks a message to his pals and they bust him out, then they all barge into the bad guys' mutant factory and kill everybody. Next they track the main bad guy down to another planet where he's got some Moonraker type scheme going on, except way more disturbing. In fact, if I understand correctly the whole thing is really just a huge, insanely complicated excuse to give himself a sex-change operation. In denial much, fag? This movie's full of plastic spaceships on strings and ridiculous puppets and butane torch laser guns and parts where it keeps turning from day to night every two seconds, but for some reason it's all kinda cool anyway, there's a few hot chicks, and best of all I learned that the main insult in the future is "helium head". Yeah, that's right- suck my fucking balls, helium head.

 

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