Somewhere in deepest, darkest space, Kirk Douglas and Farrah Fawcett jog around through a space station that looks suspiciously like Bloomingdale’s after closing. The pair are scientists doing important work, when bad guy Harvey Keitel shows up.
Douglas is sprightly, but he has to handle some pretty awful lines in this Martin Amis script [from a story by John Barry]. Keitel’s dialog, if quoted, would be on a par.
Life goes on in this shopping mall of lights till Keitel builds Hector, the mad robot, whose tubes and hubcaps develop goosebumps for Farrah.
Best scene in the entire effort is Hector’s resurrection after he has been dismantled for being randy. The parts find each other and reconnect which is more than this film does.