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I saw this film when it first came out in 1978, when I was a sophomore in high school. I took a date to see it. I didn't "get any," needless to say, because the film was so bad! Joan Rivers' career never tanked as badly as it deserved after making this awful, unfunny crap. In fact, unfunny isn't a severe enough term: this film is ANTI-FUNNY! You walk out feeling like any laughter that might have occurred was beaten out of you before it could happen. This isn't worth watching out of curiosity, or out of any sense of it being "so-bad-it's-good." Not even the gang at MST3K could've made this worth watching! The fact that Billy Crystal's career survived this early suicide attempt is a miracle.

A pair of red-jumpsuited dingbats (Bader & Parnell) are sent to Earth by their flatulant overlord to behead all 6 billion Earthlings because, um, well, ... they need a hobby? It doesn't really matter, as the thin plot is just a hanger for failed jokes, mediocre sight-gags, and the worst hairy feet make-up this side of "Lord of the Rings." What might have been a decent five-minute "Mad-TV" skit is stretched into infinity in this enthusiastic time-waster. So bad, Tori Spelling refused to be listed in the credits!