Some claim that Star Wars got its blend of genres exactly right - but what would the result have been with half the money and twice the ingredients to mix?
This post is synced with:
Cayman of the Lambda Zone: http://jamasenright.blogspot.co.nz/2015/04/that-7-samurai-movie-in-space-you.html
Space Cowboy: http://jetsimian.blogspot.co.nz/2015/04/fakes-seven.html
The legendary Roger Corman was responsible for classy and opulent Edgar Allan Poe adaptations, and also some of the schlockiest exploitation cinema ever produced by AIP studios. So when he jumped on the Star Wars band wagon (a little belatedly) back in 1981 with Battle Beyond the Stars, some wondered which result we were going to get.
Looking back now, I'd conclude the answer is both. A science fiction adaptation of the Seven Samurai/ Magnificent 7 is an obvious but sure-fire concept which would be far more difficult to fail with than extract fun from. Getting composer James Horner to bring one of his back-up Star Trek movie themes with him certainly doesn't hurt, and neither did employing someone called James Cameron to direct the rather brilliant miniature effects (I wonder whatever became of him?) Bringing Robert Vaughn in to reprise his performance from the Magnificent 7, and Sam Jaffe for a cameo also adds lustre.
|One of Battle Beyond the Star's more subtle homages.|
When George Lucas took almost every staple of the fantasy and pulp adventure genre for Star Wars, some were surprised that he totally ignored a critical element. Edgar Rice Burroughs and Alex Raymond brought us many a scantily clad space heroine - George gave us a snitty tomboy clad from neck to ankle in a virginal white cassock.
|Ride of The Valkyries - St Exmin racks up another kill|
|Sorry? I haven't seen anything until I've seen a Valkyrie do what..?!|
|George Peppard brings flossing to the peoples of the galaxy|
|Gestalt being Nestor enjoys a hotdog in one of the film's cleverer scenes.|
|"Lazuliii!!" - We used to shrill Cayman of the Lambda zone's battle cry |
when plunging from the high board of our town pool.
No-one we knew wore a St Exmin inspired bathing suit, though.