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Review by:
Giggles
01/23/04
Click here
to listen to a rendition of the film's theme song.
This
isn't going to really be a review. I won't review The Last Starfighter
because I only need to say that I think its a nice little chunk
of Sci-Fi from the eighties that lives and breathes with movies
like Enemy Mine, Terminator, Dreamscape,
and Overdrawn at the Memory Bank (haha).
So this
article will be more of a retrospective of the film, a look back
on a viewing that myself and fellow sitemate Roachito had just last
week. Roachito's friend came along for the journey to the frontier
as well. Armed with a heavy arsenal of whiskey and diet Dr.Pepper,
we plunged into the world of Alex Rogan.
First
of all, something hit us that was very Twilight Zone, causing us
to begin pausing the DVD in two minute intervals.


We have
here two people who worked on this movie with medieval themed names.
Coincidence? Maybe. But it could also be a conspiracy. More on this
later. Let's move on.

This
is one of the first shots of the movie, to which Roachito happily
replied, "Hey, I'm down with any movie that opens with
a hound dog laying with his legs splayed, and a cat popping out
of a mailbox."

There
is something that goes unsaid here and I would like to point it
out. WHO THE FUCK PUT THIS CAT IN THE MAILBOX? As you can see, the
cat is opening the door itself, and it very well didn't shut the
door behind it, so what gives? I know we're dealing with a trailer
court here, but I expected so much more from Alex and his white
trash brethren.

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I
wasn't kind enough to put boobies in this article, but if
you look closely, I've generously included a shot of this
hound dog's balls as he falls off the porch. See, I didn't
forget what people really want. |
Well,
once the story began (and believe me, with Roachito, his friend,
and myself, it took about half an hour to get the plot running)
we see that Alex Rogan has a problem. He doesn't want to be like
trailer-fabulous anymore.
Alex
wants to go explore the world and see things that no hick has ever
laid eyes on before. But the responsibilities of being a "techie"
soon weigh to hard on Alex's ambitions. He was invited to go to
Silverlake with his friends but his mother informs him that he needs
to stay behind and fix the cable so the old people can watch their
soaps.
Obviously
at the "Starlight Star Bright Trailer Court" cable repair
takes all day because Alex never gets to join his friends at the
lake.
Instead,
Alex turns to his only vice, a STARFIGHTER videogame, which prompts
you after eating a quarter:
Greetings
Starfighter, you have been recruited by the Star League to defend
the Frontier against Xor and the Codan Armada. Ready? Perpare to
blast off.

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Eighties
CGI; not bad, nod bad. I think I see Jar-Jar in the cockpit. |
Alex
tells his friends that he wants to "do" something with
his life rather than go to city college, so instead he opts to fix
televison sets and play videogames all the day long. Go figure.
He's
mad. Damn right, he should be. Talking it over with the motorhome
sage, Otis, we find out that Alex may just be whinning and he needs
to relax and wait for something to happen.
Otis
the Wise tells him: "Things change. They always do,"
and when something comes your way, "You gotta grab it with
both hands and hold on tight!"
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This
is absolutely priceless. You gotta love Otis. Here he is,
scraping some generic hound food off a plastic plate and he
stretches back and exclaims,
"Gonna be a sparkling day! Sparklin'!"
I'm impressed with Otis's outlook on life because there's
clearly a bank of smog on the horizon. |

As Alex's
girlfriend Maggie comes back from the lake, she notices that his
score on the STARFIGHTER game has encroached on infamous territory.
Alex is going for "the record." And as we can see, apparently
"the record" for the Starfighter game carries a lot of
weight around the trailer park.

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I
wish a whole motor village would rejoice when I beat a videogame. |

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Look
at Maggie's grandmother, known as "Grannie." She's
practically charging up those stairs, wrecking that new castiron
hip, just to get a glimpse of Alex takin' down the record.
And she ain't the only one. Look at the exodus behind her,
probably smelling like Pabst beer, smoked ham and menthol
cigarettes.
If
any of the people in the Starlight Star Bright trailor court
are reading this right now, I'm playing Prince of Persia,
and you can come over whenever you like and demonstrate your
support. |

Still
high on his victory, Alex cannot be happy for long. His mother informs
him that he didn't get the college loan he applied for. To this,
the members of Youngmanridge became outraged (drunkenly so) (I think
I spilled Old Grandad's on my sleeve, in fact).
They
didn't have a FAFSA back in the eighties? What the hell? Alex may
have been poor but that sure as shit doesn't mean that the government
wouldn't mind making him poorer with a nice hefty loan payment in
the near future.

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Centauri
looks devious. Roachito and I were convinced that he was cruising
for highschool boys in their late twenties. Alex just happened
to fit into that category by mere luck. |
Now things
begin to pick up in Alex's drole life of fuseboxes and 6 bit videogames.
A man named Centauri beckons him over to what looks like a Delorian
minivan. Alex shuns him and tells him that the shop is closed, to
which he replies, "I'm not here for cigarettes or bubblegum,
my boy!" Indeed, just what are you here for, you old rascal?

Alex
gets in the car, tag-teams a shadowy passenger, who abruptly leaves,
and then Centauri takes off. At one point a cop's radar gun picks
up the DeloriVan taking a corner at 303 mph! We are not surprised
afterward to see the vehicle blast off and take Alex to a weird
spacestation inhabited by various creatures, who all share a common
goal, "Victory or Death!"
As they
land, Centauri puts it best: "Reetah-Nah. Reetah-Nah."

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Alex
meets a new friend on his adventure. Grig,
the asthmatic alien, greets him with a debilitated
sounding wheeze: "Huhhhhhhhhhhh!" |

Either
Grig has a turtle head or a skull that looks like atheletic's dick,
but we love him anyway. What's there not to love? He looks like
Bossk's authoritative uncle or something, either that or a stoic
relative of Cobra Kaun.
Okay,
okay, I mixed He-Man and Starwars, didn't I? Well,
if you watch the Dolph Lungren He-Man movie, they did the same thing.
So chill, others have commited the crime before me, but it's nowhere
as devious and manipulating as how Centauri recruits new Starfighters.
The videogame
was a test to bring Alex to them, and as Alex continues to throw
a fit (because he's on a spaceship -- what a dork!) Grig warily
asks, "Up to your old Excaliber tricks again, hey, Centauri?"
--- So
let's pause a moment, because we at Youngmanridge we're astounded
by this new revelation. If Centauri was responsible for the sword
Excaliber and it was used as a test, similiar to the STARFIGHTER
videogame, was King Arthur once a Starfighter? After all, the Starfighter
emblem has a sword on it.---
You see
the conspiracy now? Director Castle and Director of Photography
King had something to do with this!

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Why
do the aliens in LSF look like the aliens in This Island
Earth? Big heads and white hair. Is Alex on Metaluna? |

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Glad
to Meetchum! What size Skull-Dome do you wear? |

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Roachito
admitted that when he was a kid the girl with the horseshoe
hair sort of disturbed him. But nowadays he's pretty sure
that he'd fuck her though. |
As Alex
soaks in the atmosphere, he gets himself a language decoder installed
on his shirt. Nice way to break the language barrier but my point
was this: Wouldn't you see the mouths of the aliens moving out-of-sync?
Sure you might be able to understand what they are saying with the
device translating for you, but the mouths would looked dubbed.

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This was too much
for me to handle during my alcohol consititutional. An
Intersteller Blackjack Dealer! He probably works in one
of those dirt casinos on the outskirts of the Vegaas system. |
It seems
that the galaxy is in a state of unrest. Xor, for whatever reason,
has decided to be a fuckface and conquer everyone (they might have
said why, but its one of those things you don't listen to). The
Starfighters are few but their resolve is strong. They need to take
down that Codan Armada that is backing Xor. However, Xor sends a
transmission to convince them otherwise.

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This
will get you a nice shine on your dome. You just have to hold
still for a bit. |

Xor continues
to watch his handy work as he turns the old gray man's head into
a mass of melting red playdoh.


I don't
know if it was the subject matter, or the difference in gender,
but at this point in the film, Roachito's friend became ill. I'm
guessing it was the Old Grandad's Whiskey, because Grandad won't
take it easy on you if you pour generously. But, all in all, Roachito
and I came to a conclusion about the unfortunate situation:
If
you wanna hang with the Youngmanridge crew, you're gonna be
fucked up 39 minutes into "The Last Starfighter."

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For
some reason the Android BETA does seem different than Alex
Rogan. Perhaps good acting, or perhaps the fact that BETA
always has bedhead. |
Alex
bitches out after he sees the guy's head melt. Pussy. Well, at any
rate, Centauri returns him home in a sour mood, but not after giving
him some questions to ponder, one of which was: "Did Goloka
think the Youloos were too ugly to save?"
Unaffected,
Alex returns to the trailor court to find an android who has taken
his place. Roachito wanted to make known his love of this concept:
I wish I had my own Beta. I could stay at home and play videogames
while that fucker goes to work.

The one
thing that Alex didn't count on was returning home to find bounty
hunters with inverted, fanged vagina faces. Xor has marked Alex
as a Starfighter and now he has no choice. There's no more bitching
out for Mr.Alex Rogan. He has to get in the cockpit and blast his
way through the Codan Armada.

Alex
calls Centauri to have him come pick up BETA, but just as Centauri
arrives, the bounty hunter shoots, and guess who throws himself
in front of the blast?
Was Centauri dead?
"No," he replies,
"just a scratch."
Yeah right, like a scratch
all the way through your body, old man.

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"Shoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot,"
Grig instructs Alex. |
Alex
returns to find that he is the last Starfighter and must, with Grig's
help, destroy the entire Codan Armada. After some close scrapes,
and some Tron-like CGI (props though, props. This was the 80s folks),
we get to see one of the coolest space scenes ever. DEATH BLOSSOM.
It's pictured above, but a motionless picture does it no justice.
Rent or buy the movie just for twenty seconds of sublime ahhilation.

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I
could have doctored up some bigger titties on Grig's woman
here, but she's so freakin' sexy on her own, I thought it
morally objectionable. |
When
Alex has saved the day, he is asked to "rebuild the legion,"
to which he cleverly responds, "Woh, woh, woh, rebuild
the legion?" Upon consideration of this daunting task,
he returns to Earth with Grig to the "mobile home that never
went anywhere." He needs to take Maggie with him and confront
the final dilemma: Maggie doesn't want to go to outerspace -- she
likes being white trash.
Regardless,
Grannie releases Maggie from her servitude, and Alex and her go
up into the Starfighter together. Otis stands by, thinking about
how he can get rich off the intergallactic event, not even considering
that he will be lumped in with the eighty-six thousand other trailer
courts who are making the same claim. "This baby really
packs a punch!" he jubilantly exclaims. I dunno though.
Otis may very well be able to sell icecubes to an Eskimo. The planet
Earth better keep an eye on him.
In conclusion,
I hope I've shed a light on the movie, and I hope if you haven't
seen it in a while, you'll go and rent it (rent the VHS with the
faded cover, along with Bumfights, to see the videostore
people really look at you sideways).
And know
this when you pay those three well-spent dollars: the guys at Youngmanridge
believe in this movie, and they will contend any day of the week
and ten times on Sunday that "The Last Starfighter is like
a brilliant opera without the music."
So,
you ask, "What do we do now?"

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