God, there's nothing more boring than the brave men and women who risk their lives to further our knowledge of the universe. Fortunately for us, this movie is completely ridiculous. The hilarity begins the second they board their rocket- there's a Cocker Spaniel roaming around inside! I guess somebody left the back door open. Everyone suits up, they settle down for takeoff and... their zero-gravity chairs are poolside loungers!!! "Bring me a Jackie K, baby, heavy on the brandy. I'll bet I can kick up a helluva buzz by the time we break atmosphere!" Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Speaking of atmosphere, the astronauts' space helmets don't even have faceplates! Oh, wait, I'm sorry, someone just said that they're invisible. This movie is unbelievable. Once they land on the moon it gets even better. I especially liked the tacky, hand-lettered flag they plant (très classy; way to impress the rest of the universe, guys), and the part where they find this glowing moon rock that the African scientist says is "EVIL!" Because, you know, black people = superstitious. Later, a couple of the astronauts decide to make out and are immediately captured by the moon people, who, it turns out, are fascinated by the concept of love. Then the moon people demand the expedition's two cats too. Apparently the moon is inhabited by single women. There's shitloads more insanity, but the absolute best has to be the part where this guy with an injured hand gets into a fight. Every time he punches the other dude... Well, it basically goes like this:

Injured Hand Guy: [Punches] "Ow!" [Punches] "Ow!" [Punches] "OW!"

Oh my god. That is fucking classic.