May 28, 2003

Barbarella (1968)

Barbarella exists.

It exists deliberately.

In fact, a team of writers and producers and actors and perhaps even a director sat down and together - through multiple revisions and incarnations - created (if I may be so bold as to use that term) this space-age tale of chomping dolls and hairy ice men and special agent love babes.

Yes, indeed. There can be no question that Barbarella was a purposeful effort. And having accepted that almost inconceivable fact, we can move on . . .

If the horribleness of Jane Fonda wasn't enough to cause one to sink into cataclysmic despair, the presence of David Hemmings (of Blowup infamy) is enough to push this movie over the edge. Was this man incapable of reading a script? Or simply devoid of professional judgment? One ponders . . . and then comes to the most frightening realization that he was one of the highlights of this truly horrendous, tasteless snippet of celluloid.

A comprehensive summary: Rolling around in harvest gold shag carpeting inspires Jane Fonda to don plastic girdles and shag every guy in the galaxy. In the meantime, she discovers Duran Duran, fries a pleasure machine, helps an aerially-challenged angel discover his libido and saves the Great Tyrant in the face of liquid evil with her "bubble of innocence."

I have spoiled nothing. Honestly. The watchability of this movie is not in the plot. Nor the script. Nor the acting. Nor even the naked women and wanton depravity. Instead, the watchability of this film is based in the old adage that one must see it to believe it. In order for civilization to continue as we know it, we must be aware that cinematic train wrecks like Barbarella are possible. Only when we have identified the root of the problem may we work together for a cure.

Conclusion: See Barbarella once, if only to appreciate why Jane Fonda's career has been appropriately reduced to "One. Two. Just one more." Do not see it twice - even in private with the doors and windows barred - lest you lose the respect of eavesdropping dust mites.

Posted by laura at May 28, 2003 11:24 AM
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*Finally* another movie review! And you picked a doozy! Oh, the humanity.....

Janice

Posted by: Janice on July 17, 2003 08:00 PM

So the fact that I own two separate copies of it on laserdisc is a bad thing, then?
(I still haven't actually *seen* it. I just own it twice-over.)

Posted by: Tim Skirvin on July 18, 2003 09:12 AM

This is THE MOVIE that began Jane Fonda's film career. I guess that now is the time to rent it -- there must be deep inner meanings within the movie that you have missed!

Posted by: auntlori on October 3, 2003 06:47 PM

Alas, aunt-of-my-bosom, when you get to part with the guy in the monkey suit (who is actually hairier without it) you will realize that your search for deeper meaning is doomed to failure.

Love and contra mundum,
Janice

Posted by: Janice on January 26, 2004 07:05 PM

Helloooooooo! Time for another movie review!!

Love, Janice

Posted by: Janice on January 26, 2004 07:11 PM
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