The pre-title sequence of this film is the definition of low-art. Kathy Ireland deserves an Oscar for doing this voice for 87 minutes - I'm sure a lot of ADR was involved. Vinegar Syndrome releasing this in High Definition really accentuates the ingenuity and visual flair Albert Pyun managed on such shoestring budgets - the production design and lighting in particular slaps and I found myself awestruck at the economical panache on display, which I guess to be fair appears to be a trademark of Pyun (I still have plenty to see). Narratively speaking the film really has almost no sense of pacing at all, it isn't amorphous but it just kind of moves to its own rhythms fixated on this strange kaleidoscope of vibrancy above all else. I kind of have no idea what the fuck I watched, but I like how Alien From L.A. in its denouement is ultimately a story of being non-judgmental towards those different, embracing heterodox views, and just going with the flow in order to be comfortable and confident with oneself and others. Also, I would imagine this is a solid movie to watch while inebriated on psychedelics.
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