An old-fashioned space opera in the worst sense of the term; the 1982 novel from which it's adapted is so unsophisticated and hokey you'd think it had been published in 1932
. While the look is cool like a tinted B&W film, all washes of
green, blue, amber and red the story's broad strokes are painfully clichéd and its details make no sense at all. By the year 3000, Earth has endured 1,000 years of colonization by giant Psychlos, sadistic aliens who clomp around in pimp shoes and spend an inordinate amount of time
throwing back their heads and cackling; if they had long mustaches, they'd be twirling them maniacally with their claws. Having...