Why would a woman’s biggest fear be having sex with a giant caterpillar?
That might be the pivotal question presented in Galaxy of Terror (1981). Crude of script, crude in plot, crude of special effects, crude of characters, and really crude in taste, at one point my Arts Editor cried out, “It’s a walking rectum!”
But I did like the movie poster. There’s nothing like that scene in the movie, thank goodness.
Only watch if you’re sick, like I am.
