Captured in space and forced to wear beige bikinis, a pair of impetuous young ladies land in one kettle of hot water after another in 1987's Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity. Those expecting softcore porn will be disappointed to find only a few brief shots of bare breasts; those looking for 80s space cheese may only be partially satisfied as this film pales in comparison to earlier efforts by Roger Corman like Galaxy of Terror.
The first part of the film is the best as we meet Daria (Elizabeth Kaitan) and Tisa (Cindy Beal) chained to the floor in a grimy cell. The two exchange continual, catty, poorly written banter somehow made a little more charming by the fact that neither even approaches decent acting ability. Elizabeth Kaitan is slightly the better actress of the two, showing some skill at modifying her tone and inflection for different situations, sometimes even in a way appropriate to the situation.
We never learn anything about their pasts or why they’re chained up or who the people are holding them but somehow it doesn’t matter as they finally bust out in a stolen space craft. They crash land on a beach and soon find themselves in the clutches of Zed (Don Scribner), a smarmy game hunter who turns the film into a Most Dangerous Game pastiche. The girls trade bikinis for slinky evening wear, silk nighties, and finally back to bikinis for some reason when the hunt commences.
According to Wikipedia, this film was cited specifically by United States senator Jesse Helms who was apparently horrified to accidentally stumble across the film while flipping through channels. Back in the good old days when it was Republicans trying to restrict media content on a moral basis, Helms had the quaint idea of requiring broadcasters to only provide certain content for people who had written a letter specifically requesting it. I wonder what sort of letter that would be.
Greetings, and congratulations on another year of providing cheesy made for TV movies and cropped theatrical releases for the discerning home viewer. To-day, I take pen in hand to request a viewing of the salacious space romp entitled Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity. For my edification as well as for some mild, reasonable physical stimulus without getting too gauche, I wish to see the blonde woman with the teased out hair remove her top, exposing her ample bosom, but refrain from uncovering the path to her womb. I look forward to your speedy response to this request and I anticipate many happy years of perusing your fine content.
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