Space Mutiny: David Winters, Neal Sundstrom

Oh, to have been a fly on the wall for the production of Space Mutiny. I wonder if at any point any of the cast or crew looked at each other and went, "What the hell are we doing?" Maybe it was when they stole Battlestar Galactica footage for all of the exterior spaceship shots. Maybe it was when they realized that they were shooting "engine room" scenes in a giant warehouse with windows that let copious amounts of sunshine in. Or maybe it was when the extras realized that the primary characters were grossly miscast. The hot love interest is a grandmother in spandex. The villain looks constipated. The hero is a shrieking beefcake. Everything about this film is so deliberately terrible that it legitimately makes you wonder if Space Mutiny wasn't just some giant joke. The film, supposedly about a mutiny on-board a spaceship named the Southern Sun carrying colonists to a new planet, is absolutely, hilariously incompetent. It's impossible to watch Space Mutiny without bursting into laughter. The ship's control room looks like an 80s office building, the transport vehicles look like lumbering Zamboni, and the costumes look like rejects from an early MTV music video. Everything about it is bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. And yet, it rides that precarious threshold between genuine horribleness and playful camp. Make no mistake, Space Mutiny is a disaster. But it's one of the most entertaining disasters you will ever witness.

3/10