Call me irrational, but I love this movie.
It’s hip and cool to trash the tale of a cigar-chomping alien duck saving Earth from the Dark Overlord of the Universe while sweet-talking Lea Thompson’s hard-rockin’ heroine.
They call it George Lucas’s folly; the film is supposed to be a punchline.
Too bad, so sad for you and your bitter, closed-off peach pit of a heart.
Marinate in the goofiness of Jeffrey Jones as a cosmic big bad.
And remember, “On my planet, we never say die, we say … NOT MY SHORTS! You perverts!”
I’ll be right there with you.