Dressed like Han Solo, and attempting to act like Rick Deckard, Cain (Ben Thomas) is the CLONEHUNTER. Unfortunately, he's more Gerald Ford than Harrison Ford.
He flies through space with his holographic cat, and his partner, Rachel (Angela Funk), encountering other uninteresting characters.
Cain is hired to hunt down a snarky, space hillbilly. Now, Cain and Rachel are in a race against time to... Oh, what's the use? This is awful!
Generally speaking, a movie full of cadaverous "acting", dip$h!t dialogue, not-so-special effects, tree-like characters, and a "plot" that's an amalgamation of stuff from other, actual movies, should be a schlock classic.
Not in this case.
Each scene thuds into the next like glaciers colliding. Conversations take place that are boring enough to cause brain blisters, resulting in full cerebral implosion! It's like listening to a conversation between several, semi-sentient loaves of bread!
A scene in an intergalactic saloon was most likely filmed in the back of the same thrift store that provided the costumes. The "sets" must have been constructed on some other world, since such ultra-bland minimalism isn't found here on Earth.
Obviously coerced, random street people stand in for the random street people in this mess.
Basically, someone watched STAR WARS and BLADE RUNNER, decided they were Ridley Lucas, and jumped right into this.
Lovers of cinematic misery rejoice! You've just hit the jackpot! All others had better steer clear of this super-sub-sludge...
