Galactic Gigolo

Its been a while since I saw this movie, I'm about to go look for it on ebay though. It is far from your typical hollywood comedy. It's nothing that your crowd that treats MTV as a religion is going to enjoy. But if you can enjoy something like Cannibal: The Musical, you'd probably like this. It isnt a musical, but it has that type of comedy that is so bad that it had to take a lot of thought and creativity to achieve such badness, and it can be enjoyed on that level. It is obviously low budget, and that just adds to the overall feel. If you're a fan of Full Moon or Troma movies, especially their lesser known pick-ups such as "Invasion of the Space Preachers" - then you'll love this movie!

I can't believe this was made by the same guy who made Cemetery High. This movie is just hard to watch. I hated everyone and had a lot of trouble paying attention. The only interesting thing is that the set from the big shoot out in CH is in here.

It's hard to write anything about "Galactic Gigolo". I start writing this review while it is still playing to distract myself from it. It is sucking out my energy. My veins are starting to hurt.

The movie doesn't really have a story, but it's premise is about a talking piece of broccoli (a man wearing a broccoli suit) being turned into a balding schlub and sent to Earth to have sex. He has no problem whatsoever scoring with Earth women, not that the movie shows you that. In one scene he gives a press conference and demonstrates how he can change into a cat.

A group of rednecks, mafiosi and orthodox Jews apparently all live in the same house and take an interest in the alien.

There's a lot of hijinks. At least that's what I call it. Stuff going on that could be funny, I guess, in another movie made decades before this one when the jokes were fresh. You get the impression it's supposed to be funny because of the zany music. But it's just so boring. And tiring. Makes you feel tired, watching people running around and falling over. Especially when they're doing it for no discernible reason. People also get pies in the face.

Eoj, the broccoli man, is followed by a journalist. I can't keep this up. I can't write any more. There's nothing more to write anyway. This movie is making my skull feel fragile.

I recently viewed Galactic Gigolo (1987) on Tubi. The storyline revolves around an alien vegetable winning the opportunity to change forms and experience two weeks of sex and fun on Earth. Upon arrival, a reporter, amazed by the alien's charm and abilities, follows him around, documenting his escapades.

This picture is directed by Gorman Bechard (Friends with Benefits) and stars Carmine Capobianco (Psychos in Love), Debi Thibeault (Cemetery High), Frank Stewart (Death Collector) and Ruth Collins (Sexpot).

Despite its low budget, the film showcases creativity and unexpected artistic elements. The comedic content has its hits and misses, featuring random funny moments, good one-liners, and unique characters. While the sets may be weak, they hold a certain interest. With numerous topless scenes, the overall concept surprised me with its entertainment value.

In conclusion, Galactic Gigolo surpasses the rhetorical disaster you might anticipate. I would score it a 4.5/10 and recommend watching it once with the appropriate expectations.

My review was written in January 1988 after a screening at Cine 42 on Manhattan's 42nd St.

"Galactic Gigolo" is a home movie masquerading as a feature film. Lensed a year ago as "Club Earth", pic is an interminable attempt at tasteless comedy which proves to be unwatchable.

Carmine Capobianco, whose smug charm is eminently resistible, toplines (and like the rest of cast and crew, fills many different production capacities) as Eoj, a broccoli from Outer Space who wins on a quiz show a two-week vacation to Earth, i.e., Prospect, Connecticut. Pic consists of him using his hypnotic powers to go to bed with every woman in town, while two newshounds (Debi Thibeault and Frank Stewart) record his sexual escapades for the tabloids.

Idiotic subplots feature a mafia gang out to get Eoj and a family backwoods rednecks, who happen to be, yuk, yuk, Jewish. Would-be auteur Gorman Behard's mixture of bad puns, in-jokes, dumb name-dropping and failed slapstick is a chore to endure, especially given the backyard filming absence of production values. Pic's running gag that Elvis Presley (and his subsequent imitators) was a spaceman is about as funny as its rip-roaring potshots at Prospect, Connecticut.