The silliest of silly science fantasy, to the point where you will actually really enjoy how over the top it is. (Four hands? Those blades of grass? Really? Really?) Around the halfway point, the terrible plot will trump the silliness and you will go from amused to facepalming.

Gratuitous film is gratuitous. I mean amazingly so. The chickfights are extended and chickfighty. The sci-fi fashion evolution remains constant: Men of the future wear different coats, women of the future wear random strips of fabric and strings of beads. Which is handy when the camera so often seems to meander under and between legs for jumps and flips.

Last but not least, the anti-Oscar for most flat and wholly unemotional “No!” goes tooooo…Marton Csokas! Seriously, dude, it’s a major plot point in the film and you sound like you don’t want fries with that.

This is the best worst horror movie I’ve seen in a long time. Freaking hilarious.

Good, particularly for a debut film. Nothing original, including the ending, but very atmospheric and low-key. The director really knows how to build up a simple scene.

This is the greatest film ever made.

In history.

No disputing.

The forerunner of Rock and Rule is a musical retelling of Faust with hippie mice.

It almost makes sense, if you think about it.

Bonus: First appearance of the Nelvana logo.

This was not a great movie. It was very predictable.

It was also not a terrible movie. It featured a prophetic talking cow.

So you see my dilemma in rating it.

This movie is terrible. But the most entertaining kind of terrible.

Damn I love this damn ass movie.

There we go. Some insane Star Wars rippin’ off with nonstop bad special effects. Take that, Bionic Ninja!

There’s a ninja, and he’s…bionic? The KGB is in it for some reason? I don’t know. You know you’re going to watch it, it’s called Bionic Ninja for crissakes.