Ignoring its episodic origins and taking this just as a self contained movie, this is marvellous stuff, a good old fashioned boys own space drama for those who don't want no cooties.
Our main heroes are clean shaven white t-shirt wearing brill creamed pals in the musical navy mold. Space Captain Rocky is a musclebound jock straight out of a period beefcake magazine, who mentors his younger slimmer co-pilot Winky on the butcher points of manly space ship driving with a wink and a smile.
Winky is prone to staring open mouthed at the god-like perfection that is his superior to exclaim lines like 'Galloping galaxies Rocky, what are we gonna do!?' and Rocky then assures him everything will be just fine if he only does everything The Rocky Way.
All the (two) women are either a mild annoyance, or trying to distract these manly men from their manly jobs with their sly feminine ways.
At one point Rocky deals with his hysterical female navigator via Winky turning off her helmet mic. Later he teachs her how to be his secretary, at which point everything falls into its right and proper place!
There is also the obligatory gee-willickers kid representing the intended audience who one day wants to grow up to be just like Rocky, and of course who wouldn't.
In short, it's so 1950s it hurts.
This is desperate to be remade as a knowing gay comedy, although to be honest it pretty much already is. Either put this on when one of your humourless PC friends is over and watch their head explode, or just crack a few beers, gather your friends and enjoy, as Rocky and Winky get their guns out for the boys and together they ride on that big silver rocket till they see stars!