I saw this movie in a cinema in 1980. It was the second feature showing with Galaxina, a sci-fi farce starring Avery Schrieber (have those words ever been written before? "starring Avery Schreiber") and Playboy Playmate of the Century Dorothy Stratten as a sex robot. There weren't many people left in the theater to begin with. There were fewer when Galaxina finished and fewer still when StarCrash started. I'm positive that the entire audience numbered no more then a dozen, all teen-aged boys. Who else would have gone to see Galaxina and stayed for more film abuse?
StarCrash was terrible and it was late at night. I was just drifting off to sleep when the audience turned against the movie. In yet another scene in which Stella Star was in peril and her scant clothing was strategically torn, a voice in seats rang out: "When is someone gonna bang her?" Instantly this switched from being one the worst movies I had ever seen to one of the best cinema experiences of my life. With the ice broken by that first comment, the audience shouted back at the movie for the balance of the film. I don't know if this random, self-selected group was particularly talented or if we were inspired by the visions on the screen, but I never heard such funny lines. About a third of the audience input was earthy comments about Caroline Munro, another third were derisive remarks about Marjoe Gortner previous career as a faith healer, and the rest ridiculed the broken plot, the Star Wars ripoffs, the costumes and make-up, and the performances of the other actors who either chewed the scenery or were stilted beyond belief.
Make no mistake. This is a terrible movie. Badly written, badly performed, badly edited, and just plain bad. But I will always have fond memories of seeing it at the Rolling Hills Theater in Torrance, California that night in 1980 and the ten or eleven other young men who shared that experience.
StarCrash was terrible and it was late at night. I was just drifting off to sleep when the audience turned against the movie. In yet another scene in which Stella Star was in peril and her scant clothing was strategically torn, a voice in seats rang out: "When is someone gonna bang her?" Instantly this switched from being one the worst movies I had ever seen to one of the best cinema experiences of my life. With the ice broken by that first comment, the audience shouted back at the movie for the balance of the film. I don't know if this random, self-selected group was particularly talented or if we were inspired by the visions on the screen, but I never heard such funny lines. About a third of the audience input was earthy comments about Caroline Munro, another third were derisive remarks about Marjoe Gortner previous career as a faith healer, and the rest ridiculed the broken plot, the Star Wars ripoffs, the costumes and make-up, and the performances of the other actors who either chewed the scenery or were stilted beyond belief.
Make no mistake. This is a terrible movie. Badly written, badly performed, badly edited, and just plain bad. But I will always have fond memories of seeing it at the Rolling Hills Theater in Torrance, California that night in 1980 and the ten or eleven other young men who shared that experience.