So, there are movies about campy people and then there are movies which are CAMP. Camp in it's purest most overwrought form, something John Waters knows he dosn't do. John Waters tries to tell people that he makes crap movies, not camp. Camp movies are something else entirely, something indescribably energetic and ridiculous.
VEGAS IN SPACE is camp in it's purest form. Filmed entirely in one man's living room and starring mostly drag queens, it's an amazing testamonial as to what a pack of friends can do if they've got 300 wigs and two metric tons of glitter and mylar to do it with. It's a film that could only be made in the '70's with the blatant disregard for having normal colored hair of skin or, well, anything.
VEGAS IN SPACE is much more charming than BARBARELLA, way less messagy than TO WONG FU, and far less good than PRISCILLA. In fact, this film is nothing like any of those films. It's most closely related to anything by Ed Wood except with color, worse acting, and a lot more laughs. Watch for black market beauty pills, beauty masks, eeiry saran wrap sets, visible wires, and my favorite character, Princess Angel.
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