Well, darlings - Here we go again - Kim Basinger plays Celeste Martin, the "dumbest-bimbo-of-an-alien" to ever set foot on the face of this goddamn planet.
This so-called Sci-Fi/Romance/Comedy was obviously geared to totally capitalize on Basinger's chilling facade of beauty. And at every opportunity it did just that.
You know, I, for one, am sure relieved that this flick didn't try to capitalize on Basinger's brains - 'Cause if that were the case we'd all really be in for the scare of a lifetime.
Celeste's ridiculous mission here on Earth is to find the means to reverse the effects of a ray that was sent from our planet to hers, which has drastically altered the gravity situation there.
Unfortunately, the idiot creator of this ray, scientist, Steven Mills (played by that big, fat, lard-assed, doofus, Dan Aykroyd) doesn't even know how the hell to re-create it. Thinking Mills to be a total liar, Celeste, naturally, resorts to (what else?, but) sexual seduction and (get this) the promise of marriage to get Mills to cough up the secret.
Like, talk about low-brow comedy at its all-time lowest. There wasn't a single, solitary funny, or worthwhile joke in this entire film.
You know, I had always thought that beings from other worlds would be of a far superior intelligence to that of human beings. But this flick proves this assumption to be utterly erroneous - Especially when you've got the likes of that bimbo-brained Basinger at the helm, as a space traveler.
This so-called Sci-Fi/Romance/Comedy was obviously geared to totally capitalize on Basinger's chilling facade of beauty. And at every opportunity it did just that.
You know, I, for one, am sure relieved that this flick didn't try to capitalize on Basinger's brains - 'Cause if that were the case we'd all really be in for the scare of a lifetime.
Celeste's ridiculous mission here on Earth is to find the means to reverse the effects of a ray that was sent from our planet to hers, which has drastically altered the gravity situation there.
Unfortunately, the idiot creator of this ray, scientist, Steven Mills (played by that big, fat, lard-assed, doofus, Dan Aykroyd) doesn't even know how the hell to re-create it. Thinking Mills to be a total liar, Celeste, naturally, resorts to (what else?, but) sexual seduction and (get this) the promise of marriage to get Mills to cough up the secret.
Like, talk about low-brow comedy at its all-time lowest. There wasn't a single, solitary funny, or worthwhile joke in this entire film.
You know, I had always thought that beings from other worlds would be of a far superior intelligence to that of human beings. But this flick proves this assumption to be utterly erroneous - Especially when you've got the likes of that bimbo-brained Basinger at the helm, as a space traveler.