San Francisco trash cinema auteur Jacques Boyreau (“Hippy Porn,” “Planet Manson”) comes up with his most polished effort yet in “Candy von Dewd,” a visually delightful ode to ’60s pop sci-fi epics that’s like “Barbarella” on a “Creation of the Humanoids” budget. Featurette is getting a fringe theatrical run on home turf; fests looking for midnight-slot snacks should find this campy eye-candy tastes just fine.
It’s 2138, and as voiceover informs us, “testicles are shrinking — sperm count is negative.” A shipful of male astronauts — perfs and dialogue perfectly parodying the ruggedly-handsome, technobabble-spewing manner of B pic heroes — has been dispatched into the cosmos to find new ways to maintain Earth’s population. They’re pulled into a planet of “unsavory Amazons” where fetish vinyl- and leather-clad women burst into spontaneous go-go dancing amid interiors composed of fun fur, Op Art backdrops, psychedelic lighting gizmos — the future, it seems, looks a lot like a high-ticket rave. Unable to conquer the inhabitants, the men must call for help from Candy (Katie Birrell), a Brit-accented “elite astral soldier.” Style easily conquers substance in prod’s droll combo of computerized FX, stock footage and live action.