Pathetic Earthlings, who can save you now?
That would be “Flash … ah-AHHHH, savior of the universe” to you, buddy.
Backed by the wildly gyrating music of in-their-prime Queen, our hero leaves professional football behind and heads off to deep space to face Ming the Merciless, his jet fueled, seemingly, by molten-hot cheese.
Cause this film is oh so cheese-a-riffic, is what I’m saying.
You either buy the ticket and enjoy the ride, marinating in the campiness which drenches the screen, or you lead a drab, sad lil’ life.
Don’t be a party pooper when the party is this poppin’.
