Director/co-writer Andrew Bellware wanted to make an all-out science fiction film with robots, alien races, different planets, spaceships and fantastic technology.
He only had about fifty bucks to spend.
He made the movie anyway and it’s one of the more ambitious B-flicks out there. The effects are mostly cheap, rinky-dink CGI, but they work. It’s not too talky and it catches your eye—and I’m not just talking about the scene with the topless swordfighting woman.
The plot is hard to follow but the deal is that there’s this chick (Claire Stevenson) with bright red hair and who wears a purple catsuit for the whole film and she can imitate anybody. She’s better than Rich Little and Frank Gorshin combined. Turns out that she’s the last surviving member of an alien race of natural mimics that were bombed into extinction. They’re so extinct that she doesn’t even know what she is. She thinks she’s just really good at voices. However, there’s an evil space vampire guy who DOES know what she is and he manipulates her into an assassination plot so he can start a war.
I think that’s about it.
Along the way, she gets knocked out a lot, nearly gets killed by a froth-mouthed psycho, kisses Ted Raimi and almost has a lesbian make-out scene with a cute female robot who wears a head dress from Excalibur.