Written in five minutes by hacks who said, "Oh it's for little kids, so it doesn't have to be good or even make sense."
Take Adam West, Frank Gorshin, a couple of fourth rate vaudeville comedians in their 70s, and bodybuilders who can't act to save their lives. Put them in costumes cheaper than a kid's homemade Halloween costume.
Then film in a public park, a gas station, and the cheapest soundstage you ever saw. Have the ancient vaudeville hacks crack attempts at unfunny jokes.
Then toss in a screamingly racist routine by "Ghetto Man." You can't make this up.
Plan Nine at least had a few good scenes by comparison.
Take Adam West, Frank Gorshin, a couple of fourth rate vaudeville comedians in their 70s, and bodybuilders who can't act to save their lives. Put them in costumes cheaper than a kid's homemade Halloween costume.
Then film in a public park, a gas station, and the cheapest soundstage you ever saw. Have the ancient vaudeville hacks crack attempts at unfunny jokes.
Then toss in a screamingly racist routine by "Ghetto Man." You can't make this up.
Plan Nine at least had a few good scenes by comparison.