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Future Sci-Fi Bikini

Posted in Aliens, Science Fiction, TV Vixens with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 1, 2015 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

The Fifth Element

Somewhere between existentialism, a planet-sucking garbage disposal, and painfully dumb, rubber-suited aliens, is The Fifth Element (1997), a sorta serious/sorta comedy sci-fi movie about a supermodel in a Band-Aid™ bikini who is prophesied as the ONLY ONE who can save the world from Judgment Day. Well heck – why didn’t they just put Jesus in a Speedo®?

The Fifth Element

In the 23rd Century, a former military special agent, now a floating cab-driving loser, is re-drafted to stop a commerce-minded Zorg (first name Jean-Baptiste) from stealing ancient magic stones or (“Elements”) he got from the  rubber-suited Mangalores in trade for advanced weaponry.

The Fifth Element

Growing the “perfect being” from a sample of the Elements, scientists were able to regenerate Leeloo, the bikini’d one, when combined with the first four Elements, is foretold to stop the  “Great Evil.” She has orange hair and speaks gibberish. Could it be Future Cyndi Lauper coming to save us?

The Fifth Element

They throw everything in here: religion, space action, bombs, explosions, an intergalactic deejay, site gags, floating cabs, an opera singer with tentacles for hair. (One wonders, how does she comb it?)

The Fifth Element

Oddly, The Fifth Element is rather entertaining, especially the Band-Aid™ bikini, which never seems to come off, even when being pursued by floating police. Man, the future has some kick ass technology.

That ’80s Slasher

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, Scream Queens, Slashers with tags , , , , , , , on February 28, 2014 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

New Year's Evil

“Okay, you rock ’n rollers—it’s time to spin out and boil your heads!” I’m glad someone finally gave me the permission to do so.

New Year's Evil

A quotable hot chick rock ’n roll TV deejay (or “disc jockey”) counts down the New Year during a live coast-to-coast punk rock concert as a knife-assisted party pooper drinks champagne from urine sample cups and counts down his victims’ lives in each time zone. Should auld acquaintance be forgot.

New Year's Evil

You don’t need me to tell you that New Year’s Evil (1980) is a sub-standard ’80s slasher headache. Why did I watch it? Haven’t figured that part out yet. And yes, that is a punk band playing the blues. I just don’t have the heart to tell them.