“I only fondle women with my pistol,” he whispered tensely. “When I go off, so will you.” She looked at him innocently.
Prisoners of the Lost Universe (1983) is definitely an eek-squeak-ugh level story about a scientist who devises a doorway between dimensions, and the TV reporter and the jack of all trades that accidentally follow the scientist through the doorway. On the other side, there are various goofy little monsters, a rather more literal take on gratitude than we’re accustomed to, toothmarks in the scenery, sundry levels of undress, and a general lack of any compelling theme or anything else to keep one’s interest. Although I admit I laughed at the TV reporter remarking on the beings that appear to be committing suicide on the installment plan. But that’s about it for memorability.
Don’t bother with this stinker. Even a salvage mission wouldn’t be worth it.
