“I have come to conquer you!”

Battle Beyond the Stars is a movie that seems to confound expectations. If you watch it expecting a good movie, you’ll be disappointed. But on the other hand, if you watch it expecting a bad movie, you may be disappointed in the other direction.

Battle came out in 1980, one of a string of flicks to come out in the years after something happened in 1977 to suddenly make the entertainment industry think that there was a market out there for science fiction, especially in the form of explodey-spaceshippy-goodness. Battle was produced by Roger Corman, the king of the low-budget movie who nevertheless also served as a talent scout for later Hollywood geniuses, the most notable being a special effects artist who designed the spaceships for this movie and who later went on to bigger things. His name? James Cameron.

I saw Battle when I was in fourth grade. It was part of a double feature at the local movie house, the first film being a flick called Starcrash. I’ve never seen Starcrash since, although I do have a downloaded copy on one of my hard drives. Starcrash is legendary for being a bad movie, although I recall liking it when I saw it. Battle was the main event of the feature, though, and I was really looking forward to it, mainly because the nine-year-old me had thought that this trailer just looked awesome:

That trailer had run on a bunch of movies leading up to the release of Battle so I was really stoked when it came out. And when I saw it? Well, I was nine. I loved it. It had aliens and spaceships and lasers and things exploding and a cute girl. I got the soundtrack album, featuring music by a composer named James Horner, and I played that album a lot over the years, wearing it out and grooving to what I thought was the best explodey-spaceshippy movie music I’d heard outside of a Star Wars film. (Of course, my sample size was very small, I didn’t know film music enough to hear Horner’s huge debt to Jerry Goldsmith in the score, and I didn’t know enough about orchestration or performance to recognize a score that was recorded on a shoestring budget and which featured some really bad orchestrations, such as the track “Cowboy and the Jackers” which does things to the trumpet section that may be in violation of several international treaties.)

I saw Battle once more when it showed up on network teevee a few years later, and still liked it, and then I didn’t see it again for many years. I may have caught it in a cable broadcast sometime in the 1990s, but I’m not sure. I didn’t see it again in its entirety until just last week. How does it hold up? Well, movies like this don’t really “hold up” – that’s the wrong way to look at them. I had no illusions that it was some unheralded gem of SF moviemaking, but I was pleasantly surprised that it’s not that bad, either.

So, what about Battle Beyond the Stars, anyway? What’s it about? It’s very simple: The Magnificent Seven in space. That’s it. Literally.

We open with a giant enemy ship traveling through space (at a very slow pace, even though it has six enormous thrusters that are constantly firing).

The ship is ruled by our villain, Sador of the Malmori. Who are the Malmori? Are they a race of aliens? An empire? A family? We’re never told. Anyway, his ship approaches a planet called Akyyr (that’s how I’m spelling it, anyway), which, seeing that it is inhabited by peaceloving folk who only own one spaceship (which is a weather station), decides that he’s going to conquer it. So he hovers his enormous ship over them, projects his enormous face over their heads, and says, “I have come to conquer you.” (This he does after destroying the weather ship, just because he’s evil. The weather ship had been occupied by two guys who display the Akyyrian attitude by greeting an enormous and malevolent-looking spaceship by grinning, saying “Look! Visitors!”, and then contacting it by asking, “Could you identify yourself, please?”)

Anyway, Sador gives the Akyyrians seven days (“risings of your red giant”) before he’ll come back and finish conquering them. Why the delay? Who knows, but it gives the Akyyrians time to send one of their local young men, a boy named Shad (played by Richard Thomas as John-Boy Walton in space), off in the other ship they own, the secret one once piloted by the old blind guy who used to be an adventurer, to round up some help in the form of mercenaries.

The ship Shad flies is probably the single most famous thing from Battle Beyond the Stars. The ship is simply named “Nell”, and sure enough, it’s run by a computer by that name who speaks with the voice of a cranky lady. What’s most memorable about the ship, though, isn’t her personality; it’s her shape:

This ship is one of the more famed B-movie spaceships in movie history. You know you’re talking to a knowledgeable geek when the mention of the movie Battle Beyond the Stars draws the rejoinder, “Oh yeah, the movie with the ship that’s shaped like a pair of breasts!” The ship is more than that, though – it looks like a feline body with female breasts and then a couple of wings where the ship’s guns are, which sweep up and out, spread out to look like…well, it’s a very feminine ship. (And it was designed by a young filmmaker who was cutting his chops with Corman’s production crew, the afore-mentioned James Cameron.)

Anyway, Shad goes off in search of mercenaries he can hire to fight off Sador. On the way he meets a taciturn fellow named Gelt (Robert Vaughn), who only wants a meal and a place to hide from the apparent galaxy’s worth of folks who are after him:

He meets a ship commanded by a group of aliens who have third eyes on their foreheads and who use telepathy to do stuff:

He meets a “Warrior Valkyrie” named “St. Exmin”, played by Sybil Danning:

Given that her screentime involves her looking like this, it’s almost a crime that Danning doesn’t get more of it. She does, however, have one of the goofiest lines in movie history, and boy, does she deliver the hell out of it:

The other girl there is Nanelia (Darlanne Fluegel), who is every bit as naïve about people as Shad is, which makes her a perfect fit for him. She, too, gets far too little screentime, because she’s really cute. I remember her being one of the first females onscreen to impress me with her cuteness. I mean, look how cute she is in that clip, when she giggles at the prospect of learning how to “tingle, tangle, prangle” her new love interest from this warrior in the goofy headdress! Yeah, Nanelia is really, really cute:

Most memorable, probably, is the Space Cowboy Shad recruits who goes by the name “Space Cowboy”, played by George Peppard:

Cowboy is an arms runner who ends up leading the Akyyrian planet defense with the weapons he’d been running to a planet that Sador has just wiped out. Cowboy is extremely cool, although it’s hard not to expect him to grin and say, “I love it when a plan comes together!” But he does have one of the niftiest gadgets I’ve ever seen in a skiffy movie: he has a gizmo on his belt that dispenses Scotch and ice. (Why a Space Cowboy is drinking Scotch and not bourbon is never explained.)

And there are some aliens who are basically actors in rubber suits. You know how it is. Anyway, a big battle ensues (the Battle beyond the stars!), in which quite a few of the recruited mercenaries die heroically before Shad and Nanelia finally figure out how to do Sador in. I know, I just spoiled the movie, but what of it? Who would watch a movie like this and even consider the possibility of a bummer ending?

The clip above aside, there’s some witty stuff in the course of the flick, and one nicely done moment after Gelt (Robert Vaughn) dies, involving Shad’s bargain with him (a meal and a place to hide). There are also some exceedingly goofy moments, and like all B-movies, some of the stuff that happens isn’t explained very well at all (such as a scene in which the telepathic-collective aliens make their own stealth attack on Sador that involves sacrificing one of their own and a transplant of arms, believe it or not).

Of course, we have to have a romance between Shad and Nanelia, and it’s your typical awkward stuff (“Do they have kissing on your planet?”), but at the end, when victory has been won and all that are left are our hero and heroine returning to Akyyr, instead of ending with some neat dialog and some delightful snogging, we get Shad quoting at length from the “Varda”, the sacred text that the denizens of Akyyr are constantly quoting throughout the film. Weird stuff – the kid should be finally taking his big step into manhood, and instead he wants to recite from the holy book of a pacifist planet that sounds like The Art of War.

Battle Beyond the Stars is not a good movie. Nor is it a bad one. If you’re attuned to it and willing to go where it wants to go, it’s a fun little flick, if you’re into movies where the villain who is trying to conquer the planet Akyyr gets to shout in triumph at the end, shortly before his unimagined demise, “Akyyr is mine!”, followed by leading his entire bridge crew in sinister bad-guy-who’s-just-won-the-lottery laughter.

In other words, it’s the kind of movie that can only appeal to your inner nine-year-old. And that’s not a bad thing to be, is it?

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New Tella

So, for years, I’ve wondered about the stuff in the plastic jars. I’d see them when shopping, and occasionally wonder if the stuff was good, but for some reason…I couldn’t summon up the urge to try it. I’m talking about…

Nutella.

I don’t know why it took me years to get around to giving the stuff a shot. Maybe it’s the name? It sounds vaguely medicinal, and the jars with the type and the picture look like something out of the 1970s, and stuff out of the 1970s tends to not be all that great.

The problem with this rationalization is, of course, that it’s stupid.

I mean, really. That’s pretty dumb on my part. Nutella’s made of hazelnuts, which I like, and chocolate, which rocks. So I finally decided last week to get over it and buy a jar of the stuff.

Still, I had to work through my initial skepticism in trying it:

The first taste of Nutella!

I scooped some up on a butterknife, put in my mouth, and:

Hmmmmm....

And…yeah. Nutella’s good stuff. Sometimes I’m slow on the uptake! Now I have myself a new official “Breakfast of Champions”:

Breakfast of Champions!

I have an English muffin with Nutella on one side and lemon curd on the other, with a glass of OJ to wash it down. (Lemon curd’s another story — I love that stuff and tried it with no fear, the first time I learned of its existence. Lemon curd makes me all kinds of happy.)

So: Nutella’s good stuff. Who knew? (I know…everybody knew. Shut up. I reserve the right to be dense sometimes.)

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Sculpture on Paper

I’ve posted about my friend Robert John Guttke before. He’s a visual artist in the Twin Cities area whose main medium is photography, and whose preferred subject is the human form. I’ve always been somewhat amazed by his approach to photographing the nude human form, with his fascinating interplay of light and shadow. His approach is to pose people as though they are sculpted; hence the title of the show of his work some time ago, “Sculpture on Paper”.

Robert is now publicizing his work on a blog, Robert John Guttke Arts, in addition to the blog he created to memorialize his teacher, Philip B. Dedrick. Have a look.

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Happy Birthday John Williams!

Wow, I almost missed it…but John Williams turned 78 today. Happy birthday to the man who opened me up the world of film music! Here’s some Williams.

First, from Raiders of the Lost Ark, “The Map Room: Dawn”.

The theme from Catch Me if You Can:

From Superman, “The Flying Sequence”:

The theme from JFK:

From Saving Private Ryan, “Hymn to the Fallen”:

Happy Birthday, Maestro Williams!

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Sentential Links #195

Linkage! Slightly delayed, but linkage nonetheless:

:: For the past two nights my characters have dominated my dreams. Well, two of them so far.

:: Thirdly, I have owned it for YEARS, so it’s one of those “perpetually unread” books on my shelves that end up kind of haunting me, looking at me like, “So. You ever gonna deal with me or what?” (Wow…I’m the same way, with the exact same book. Well, that’s ending. I love Helprin anyway, so why haven’t I read Winter’s Tale yet? I have no idea. As soon as I’m done with GGK, I’m reading Winter’s Tale.)

:: About 10 years ago I was chaperon to the grade 12 travel club and we went to Japan. One night I heard a kid scream for me from his room across the hall from mine. I had taught him since grade 9 so he got a good four years worth of my conspiracy balloon juice. I ran to see what was wrong thinking he was hurt or something. You can imagine the moment when we both stood watching this series of commercials for PEPSIMAN.

:: Why our English teachers did this in reverse order remains a mystery, no? (I’ve wondered this forever. Assigning ninth graders to read Shakespeare is akin to throwing people who don’t know how to swim in the deep end and saying, “You can get out of the pool over there.” Sure, it may work to some degree, but it doesn’t exactly make people love the water.)

:: This right here is seven panels of Superbowl Sunday inanity punctuated by one glorious moment of complete madness. (I read Blondie yesterday before I read Comics Curmudgeon, but as soon as I saw the panel in question, I knew it wouldn’t escape comment on Curmudgeon. It’s one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever seen in a newspaper comic strip.)

:: Listen to your dreams…… They have great wisdom….

More next week!

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Super Thoughts!

Well, the thoughts probably aren’t all that super, but the game was called Super, even if it wasn’t all that super. Or something. Random thoughts on the Super Bowl:

:: I was rooting for the Colts, but not really rooting against the Saints — it was one of those games where I wanted one team to win but wasn’t bothered much that they didn’t. It is always nice to see teams that have historically sucked finally manage to put their shit together and win the Super Bowl.

:: Note to Buffalo Bills: see? See?! Teams that have historically sucked — even if for only ten years and not, well, forever, like the Saints did — actually can manage to put their shit together and win the Super Bowl!

:: A Super Bowl ring doesn’t make Gregg Williams less of an irritating ass. I predict he’ll fall flat again once he gets another crack at head coaching.

:: Jim Nance and Phil Simms were kind of annoying, I thought. And hey, Mr. Nance? Just because Phil Simms has two Super Bowl rings doesn’t mean that he won two Super Bowls.

:: Bill Cowher, before the game: “Nobody ever remembers who lost the Super Bowl.” Oh. Well, I suppose that explains the quizzical looks I get when I tell people from Albuquerque that I’m a Bills fan.

:: I’m always amused by the Ritual Presentation of the Super Special Coin, the one they use for the opening coin toss. The head ref says something like “Gentlemen, I have here the special coin we are using. This side, featuring a portrait of Vince Lombardi in a gladiator’s costume, is heads, while this side, featuring a picture of Joe Namath kissing Suzy Kolbert is tails.” I think it would be funny if the ref pulled out, say, a Nevada quarter: “Gentlemen, we’ll be flipping this Nevada quarter. This picture of some old dead white guy is heads, and on the other side? See the horsies? That’s tails!”

:: More NFL pageantry goofiness: the Ritual Presentation of the Vince Lombardi Trophy, where some Elder Statesman of the Game walks the trophy across the field to the big stage where they’re going to award it. That’s bad enough, but what makes the whole thing so laughable is the pseudo-majestic fanfare they blast over the stadium speakers as the trophy is carried out. Hey, NFL, you’re not placing the crown on the head of the new King of Gondor. It’s a trophy.

:: OK, the game itself was…well, look, it had a result that everyone loved and it wasn’t a blowout. But I gotta be honest: the game was boring. Really, it was just dullsville. For two weeks all we heard was that the Super Bowl might be the greatest offensive explosion in football history…and all we get is a standard 31-17 game in which the two biggest plays were a surprise onside kick and an interception return for a touchdown? No great offensive heroics, no big offensive plays — just a whole lot of dink-and-dunk, a ten-yard completion here, a twelve-yard completion there, ho hum, lather rinse repeat.

:: Super Bowl narratives I’m glad I don’t have to hear anymore: “Peyton Manning must win this game if he’s to be known as the greatest quarterback EVER!” and “The Saints deserve to win this game because of Hurricane Katrina!” Look: quarterback greatness isn’t necessarily determined by the number of rings he has, and as nice as the Saints’ win is, it doesn’t rebuild anything in New Orleans. It’s a football game.

:: I’m long on record as not really caring about Super Bowl commercials, so as usual I didn’t see a lot of them because I simply wasn’t paying attention. I suppose the best was the Google one, which I watched online this morning. A couple of the Doritos ones made me laugh. None of the movie trailers looked interesting (Robin Hood maybe, but the trailer made it look like what it probably is — a grim and violent medieval epic by Ridley Scott). And aren’t we about done with the various farm animals who bond with or somehow want to be around the Budweiser Clydesdales? Can’t they find a new way to feature those horses? I say they go for high weirdness next year. I wanna see the Budweiser Clydesdales have a precious and twee relationship with a giant squid! How cool would that be!

And maybe this is curmudgeonly of me, but I just can’t count myself among the apparent masses in this country who think things are automatically awesome if Betty White is somehow involved. Betty White getting tackled into the mud did nothing for me. Abe Vigoda, on the other hand — that’s comedy gold!

:: God in Heaven, the halftime show was painful. I like the Who as much as anyone, but Ye Gods, this was just awful.

:: During pregame, they had Queen Latifah sing America the Beautiful immediately before Carrie Underwood sang The Star-Spangled Banner. Underwood’s performance wasn’t that great, but Latifah’s was very nice, and it reinforced my belief that America the Beautiful should really be our anthem.

:: I read a little while ago that Peyton Manning exited the field immediately after the Colts’ last possession ended, even though it then fell to New Orleans to run out the clock. So Manning is the newest entry in the “losers skipping the handshakes after the game” thing that’s becoming more and more common. Peyton, it was jerky for Tom Brady and Bill Belichick to do it when you beat them four years ago, and it was jerky for you to do it when you lost yesterday. When you lose, man up and shake the hand of them that beat you. You did it in fourth grade peewee football, I’m sure you can handle it now.

:: I saw the Tim Tebow ad, and I note that today, everybody’s saying “Awww, shucks! It was a nice ad!” Sure, I suppose, given that it was designed to give a nice happy sheen to a grouped that’s anti-gay and in favor of forced pregnancy. And the question still remains as to why CBS would air their ad, but insist that they don’t do issue ads when the position being taken in the ad is a liberal one.

That’s about it. Another NFL season in the books. Next up, the Draft. Wheeeee!

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Ask Me Anything!


Ask Me Anything!, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

Just a reminder, folks: I’m taking queries on Ask Me Anything! 2010. I’ll probably be taking questions up until this coming Friday, so get ’em in! Leave questions here (or via e-mail or Facebook, if you prefer). Serious questions, silly questions, questions that can’t be answered, anything goes! Ask Me Anything!!!

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