Campy sci-fi sex comedy adventure story. In the distant future, a swingin’ Earth chick saves the universe from the forces of evil when she rockets to another planet to search for a missing scientist. She’s Jane Fonda, and director Roger Vadim, her then-husband, finds an excuse every five minutes to stuff her shapely, leggy body into a different tight and skimpy costume. And if an outfit covers her up too much, don’t worry—Vadim finds some way to rip it to shreds soon, even if he has to resort to attacking her with an army of killer Chatty Cathy dolls or a flock of bloodthirsty parakeets.
Threadbare plot here, but that’s okay. When I’m not ogling Jane Fonda, I enjoy the psychedelic comic strip set design and the oddball jokes courtesy of a screenplay written by Vadim with the great cult humorist, Terry Southern.
In its day this film was poorly received all-around, but its reputation improved over time and it’s still inspiring good, healthy impure thoughts somewhere in the world at this very moment.