If had little to say about Space Mutiny, I probably have even less to say about Krull, the 1983 “classic” fantasy picture that allegedly escaped lawsuits from TSR Games (the makers of D&D) by tacking on an utterly pointless and disjointed sci-fi front end.
But “pointless” and “disjointed” typify this film. At some points, it’s sort of startling how high-budget it (apparently) was. Some of the sets are ingenious and fairly amazing, if they never quite escape the feeling of being sets. The principle characters, played by Ken Marshall and Lysette Anthony, are as beautiful as they are forgettable. (And I don’t think it’s really their fault.)
There’s something that’s pointed out by the riffers (Rifftrax and MST3K, alike), and that’s that they don’t do very many comedies, because there are only so many ways to say “This isn’t very funny.” With Krull, the problem seems to be similar. There only so many ways to say “What we are seeing doesn’t make any sense relative to what we’ve just heard, or what we’ve learned to this point.”
Not to say this wasn’t a funny riff, but like a lot of the bigger budget films, there’s almost an undercurrent of sadness here. People of reasonable competence (director Yates directed Bullitt, for example) get together to make a film that should be relatively easy: a competent fantasy/adventure film that cashes in on a number of contemporary trends. Marshall went on to be annoying in “Star Trek: Deep Space 9” before retiring, but Anthony seems to have had a lot of success, and much of her lack of appeal here may have been due to her voice being dubbed by Lindsay Crouse. Robbie Coltrane and Liam Neeson appear here as well, to no avail. Coltrane also has his voice dubbed!
You know what it is? The film feels like it went from “safe” to “cowardly”, perhaps because it was so expensive to make.
“What if people don’t like the English chick’s voice?”
“No problem, we’ll dub her with someone from New York!”
The costumes appear to have been made without any respect for the action, and most of the villains stumble around unconvincingly. There’s swordplay but also ample laser-firing-weapons. Some of the best effects are hidden with photography tricks that do not help, probably, though the film hits the “bad effect” bar multiple times.
It’s a mess. The riff was funny though I don’t remember a lot of stand outs 3 months later. There’s a funny bit where the guy fetches his “glaive” from the fiery-hot-pool-of-death with no ill effects! And the large battle scenes are comically punctuated. And some other moments underscoring how little chemistry the leads have.
I don’t know. It was good, but given how much it probably cost them to put this together, I land on the MST3K side of “cheap and cheesy is better”.
I have the kind of ironclad love for this movie that only a limited childhood VHS collection could breed. It’s dreadful, of course, but the mix of prophetic fantasy and space invasions still intrigue me. The hints to a bigger world, tragic past loves, and political turmoil show that there could’ve been something really special there. Alas, the final product was designed by uber corporate committees and is dog shit.
But the reason I keep watching into adulthood is the supremely bombastic James Horner score. It’s my favorite score of all time. Whereas the movie is one safe half assed trope after another, the booming, sweeping themes have balls for days. Mr Horner went on to create beautiful, nuanced masterpieces but I still get chills hearing the brass players playing as loud as possible.
Oh, yes, the score is remarkably good. And, yes, part of the tragedy of the film is what might have been. A big part.