Christy asked me why I owned this move since she found it to have no redeeming qualities other than the costumes. It's practically chauvinism in its purest state, crystallized from the bitter tears of feminists. Barbarella isn't a heroine, she's a sex doll in space. That's why this movie is amazing. It's a spaghetti western, sci-fi, free love extravaganza and it is completely unapologetic about it.
Barbarella (Jane Fonda) is sent on a mission to find scientist Durand Durand (Milo O'Shea) who has disappeared after developing a positronic ray. In the 41st Century, war, disease, and sexual inhibitions have been abolished for millennia and the thought that someone would willingly invent a weapon of mass destruction is abhorrent. She tracks him down to the planet Lythion where she promptly crashes when her on-board computer goes haywire. (Because women can't drive, obviously.) Once on the planet, she finds herself getting rescued constantly by various manly men, whom she thanks in the only way she knows how. With her vagina.
I heard they were going to remake this as a TV series, which I can only pray will be on HBO or Showtime. Otherwise, you'll lose out all the nudity and all you'll have left is a story of a female astronaut flying around and solving people's problems. If you want that, you might as well watch reruns of Star Trek: Voyager.
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