The diaper isn’t even the weirdest part.
Yes, once you get a look at Sean Connery, the one true James Bond, rockin’ his red onesie as a wild man of the apocalypse, that’s probably your enduring image.
But there’s so much more what-the-Hell to go around in John Boorman’s ’70s mine-bender.
You got your giant flying stone heads (which everyone worships, naturally), Connery sporting a wedding dress, and your 2001-style dream sequences set to Beethoven.
It’s nutty, sort-of deep and meaningful, and utterly memorable.
As in, once seen, these images are going to be burned into your brain for life.