Ah, 1979. On the cusp of a new decade filled with hope and excitement. A time of terrible fashion choices, rampant STI’s, and an aggressively deep chasm between legendary science fiction empires and...this. Buck Rogers is, well, technically a movie. A movie with characters, a sort-of plot, and an ending...and we’re being generous. Join Jay and Benny as they slog through this tortuous 90-minute sci-fi tour de force, trying to make sense of the absolute gong show on screen while praying for the sweet release of death.
Just like marriage, it helps if you go into this journey with zero expectations, and are ready to enjoy even less than you expected. I mean, watching this movie beats cleaning, working, or teaching your kids how to read or showing them any semblance of love and affection.
Funky topics we cover include:
How 70’s is this movie? It’s 70’s. Like, HARD 70’s. Did we mention it’s very 70’s?
Twiki and Dr. Theo being the single worst robot duo in sci-fi history. Creepy unblinking eyes and an incredibly thirsty speak and spell? Bedubedubedubedubedu no thank you
There are two different introductions you can do with a late 70’s science fiction movie. You can roll an epic storyline with fantastic and powerful orchestral majesty...or you can have women in bikinis writhing on a glowing floor while a Saturday morning special song plays in the background. Buck Rogers is not the former
“Hey, we’re being chased by violent cannibals hell bent on murdering us. Let’s make a detour to a cemetery so I can chill for a while and find personal closure”
Come for the convoluted evil plot to conquer Earth that makes absolutely no sense. Stay for Buck Rogers taking every opportunity to swing a tire iron at the kneecaps of any tension that builds
In 500 years, Earth has made incredible technological strides, balanced out by total collective idiocy and gullibility
Apparently, being sentenced to immediate termination means chill out for a while in a comfortable room, have a mid-level military officer arbitrarily postpone your sentence, and then be given free reign of an advanced military space fighter, because why not?
So sit back, relax, and laugh at our abject misery. Spoiler alert: Unless you have a nostalgia bug relentlessly gnawing at your ankles, you probably shouldn’t endure what we just did.