I made a movie with this exact same title when I was in film school, but then it turned out one of the actresses was fifteen so I had to edit out the best part and after that it made zero sense. Good thing I wasn't doing it for a class or anything.

So anyway, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (but nowhere near long or far enough) this planet got totally sodomized by everyone's favorite buzz phrase from 2002, a weapon of mass destruction. Afterwards, when the survivors couldn't figure out what to do with the thing, they just left it out in the desert for somebody else to deal with (typical). Now they think they finally know how to put it out of commission, so they send a couple of drips on speeder bikes to take care of it. It turns out it's all a big scam though: the cats in charge really want the weapon back so they can kick the shit out of everybody, so the drips hook up with these rebels and everybody fights. This movie is completely chintzy-looking, but the thing that's really unbelievable is the cornheads they got to be in it. For example, the main guy is supposed to be this brilliant scientist, but he looks like that skinny white kid who's always driving around the neighborhood listening to music with too much bass. Then there's his "military escort": this bozo is maybe fifteen years old, tops, plus he looks like a complete faggot. Okay, maybe they let gays into the military on this planet, but fifteen is way too young for military service, unless of course they've already run out of seventeen- and sixteen-year-olds, in which case your country needs you, you little punks, so get with the program. I'll make sure your sisters and girlfriends are taken care of until you get back.