Review of Battle Beyond the Stars

When my son was young, we would celebrate his Birthday by going (him and me, not his mum) each year to a film of his choice. For this one, he was thirteen. It was the last time we did it. We had had a great day the year before, with popcorn and frankfurters, watching Clash of the Titans - as it turned out, a farewell to Ray Harryhausen as Special Effects Magician, as his art was overwhelmed by the computer techniques developed by Lucasfilm for Star Wars. I have only ever walked out of two theatrical performances in my life. The first was a presentation of a work by Aristophanes during the Edinburgh Festival sometime (I think) in the 1960s. My father and I agreed that we could take no more, and left. The second was this execrable film - my son and I agreed that we could take no more, and left. That's art.