director William Sachs
Opening with a Star Wars scroll, followed by a Star Trek log entry voiceover, 1980’s Galaxina riffs on existing science fiction tropes. Not exactly parody, it is comedy, comedy painfully executed. Comedy as deft as a rotted corpse.
“In space, nobody can hear your siren.”
Sloppy and dull with occasional bursts of charm, namely in the cantina-like whorehouse and the cantina-like human restaurant.
So short on ideas they even crib alternate color scheming planet right out of Al Adamson.
I do wonder if Mel Brooks ever saw Galaxina.
Great poster though.
Not the greatest legacy for poor Dorothy Stratton, murdered by her pathetic, cruel husband.