Before the Kardashians (yes Virginia, there was such a time), there were the Gabor sisters, a trio of minimally talented*, much married Hungarian sisters with a flair for self-promotion. The most chutzpahtic of the three was undeniably Zsa Zsa, who brings her iconic Hungarian accent to the Planet of Love in "Queen of Outer Space". Briefly, a crew of Earth's astronauts are knocked off course by a mysterious beam and land on Venus, which is populated by lovely, leggy lassies ruled by the titular despot. The film is fun in a goofy, nostalgic way (remember 'lady driver' jokes?) with sufficient sexist comments to infuriate the most stoic SJW. Zsa Zsa (who allegedly was unimpressed with being surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women half her age), plays Talleah, part of a revolution against the masked queen who is planning to destroy the Earth. Special effects are a mixed bag: there are some great props borrowed from earlier, bigger-budget films and a cool 'flat screen TV', yet much time is spent running from a beeping spotlight and, as a spiritual antecedent to the 'Death Star', the 'beta disintegrator', is underwhelming. If your expectations are low, "Queen of Outer Space" is an enjoyable space-romp, with lots of pretty girls, a "Star Trek TOS" aesthetic, campy dialogue, and one of the least convincing giant spiders ever put on film. As an added bonus, you can snigger with your friends when the gorgeous Venusian says to the amorous astronaut "We don't really need any more wood". (*to be honest, I actually think Eva Gabor was great in "Green Acres").

I have puzzled over something for much of my life: What exactly is it that makes Zsa Zsa Gabor famous? At least sister Eva had a fun time on Green Acres. I guess it's because she married rich men. This movie, in my opinion, is the best of her career--and that ain't saying much. There is trouble in outer space with a group of women dominating a planet and tricking men into coming to the planet. How they didn't die off long ago is a mystery. Why they are all basically the same age is also interesting. Anyway, there's a monkey wrench in the machinery that pushes the envelope. Don't stop me. I'm on a role of clichés. Anyway, some men go to the planet and cause trouble and forces must stop them. Watching the elder Gabor try to act is quite hilarious. Unfortunately, this is not a parody, because parody requires intelligence and careful planning. Just awful!

Hold your horses there people. The main thing is that "Queen of Outer Space" is a Saturday Matinée Feature that appealed mostly to the younger generation. I was 11 years old when it came out and I found it entertaining then and now. True, it may be a poor parody and seems to have a poorly written plot but who really cares. The main thing is that it is fun to watch whether it makes you laugh-out-loud or not. People tend to over analyze things these days. Hey, "STAR WARS" got bad reviews but became a smash hit. It was a fun movie to watch. So, back off a little and give the girl a break. Fun has a place in enjoying movies as is any drama, action adventure or comedy. Recently movie makers are putting the FUN back into movies. Now, that's entertainment.

Unintentional Humor and Unwrapped Females Highlight this Excruciating Extravaganza of Extraterrestrial Excrement. Venus is inhabited by incredibly Busty Babes in Miniskirts whose Culture has been Influenced by Max Factor and Mattel. Swell, but They are as Dumb as Dirt but Smarter than the Astronauts who arrive there. "They just get beautiful-er and beautiful-er ".It's all done in Gorgeously Saturated Color and CinemaScope that makes the Mind fall into somewhat of a Hypnotic Hyper-Dimension as it all Washes over Us in an unmitigated Attempt to Lull the Populace into some kind of 50's Fraternal-ism. We are to Accept this as Entertainment and Fun as We all just get along and Accept the most Plastic, Artificial View of Our Surroundings. So Don't Think too much and for Heaven's Sake don't Question the Lack of Creativity or Inspiration that's on Display...just Go Home and Enjoy all of those Kitsch Consumer Products, and that Eight-Cylinder, Tail-Finned, Abominable Gas Guzzler.This is Not Pop-Culture Parody...this was the Pop-Culture.