1999 sci-fi comedi
Plot: A group of washed-up actors from a Star Trek-esque cult favorite keep themselves busy on the convention circuit or the grand openings of shopping malls. Which reminds me: when I was a kid, the Lone Ranger came to the grand opening of a car dealership in Terre Haute, Indiana, and my parents took me to see him. It was exciting because I knew who the Lone Ranger was and everything. Unfortunately, because of some contract dispute or something else that my young mind couldn't comprehend, he was not allowed to wear his mask. He still had the rest of his costume on; he just couldn't wear the trademark mask. So he had dark sunglasses on instead. It was the first time in my life that I thought anything was "gay," and I let him know that to his face. But anyway, I digress. These characters are grabbed by aliens who think their television show is documentary footage and recruited to help them in their fight against some other aliens.
This viewing was oft-interrupted by costumers who needed things, including a masculine women who had "a piece of metal in [her] hand" and was loopy on the pain pills. Good cast including, surprisingly, Tim Allen. I thought Alan Rickman was very funny, and I liked Sigourney Weaver playing sexy. I suppose a lot of guys and extraterrestrials would which is probably why they've got her boobs front and center on the poster there. And the two bald green alien noggins which mirror them or add balance or whatever. The story's also cute. But nothing really grabbed me in this one, and I thought the actual space scenes looked pretty stupid, so I really have no desire to give this a proper viewing. To me, the whole thing felt like a waste of that good idea and good cast. Like I said, however, I didn't really watch it because of a person who couldn't figure out how to get a Snickers out of the vending machine or needed a working telephone at four in the morning. What do you think? Should I give it another go some time?