What a waste of my time!!!

Too much of everything

It’s not bad or unwatchable but despite the amplitude of the spectacle, the end result is underwhelming.

Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

A pink meteorite (voiced with growly aplomb by Eartha Kitt) lands in the middle of the woods in a sleepy small town. It transforms a bunch of local women into raging nymphomaniacs. Can hunky private detective Tony Mareda Jr. (an amiable portrayal by Frank Stallone) save the day before it's too late? Writer/director Anthony Currie milks the cheerfully dopey premise for maximum infectiously campy goofiness with the zippy pace, zany tone, and broadly drawn characters never letting up for a minute. Moreover, it's acted with considerable zest by an enthusiastic cast, with especially spirited work by Bruce Pirrie as bumbling meteorologist Clip Bacardi, Don Lake as the hopelessly clumsy Deputy Barney Drum, John Hemphill as the smarmy mayor Ernie Bodine, and Gerald Isaac as flamboyant homosexual Dwight Wright. The smoldering presence of various hot and sexy gals certainly doesn't hurt matters in the least: Elizabeth Edwards as delicious leader May Ann Kowalski, gorgeous blonde knockout Claudia Udy as sweet nurse Helen Walkman (Claudia is quite the yummy eyeful clad solely in white skivvies!), Laura Robinson as enticing TV news anchorwoman Trudy Jones, and Cindy Valentine as sultry singer Stella Dumbrowski, plus both Sheryl Lee and Lolita Davidovich pop up as pink chiquitas in their pre-fame salad days. A running gag about a team of inept Italian mobsters trying to kill Tony provides some of the biggest laughs. The bright cinematography by Nicolas Stiliadis gives this picture a cool glittery sheen. Paul Zaza's lively score hits the stirring spot. Sure, it's an incredibly silly serving of pure piffle, but this good-natured and inoffensive romp is just way too dumb and inane to hate.

I don't think many people understand this movie. It was really quite a beautiful film about women mostly, well acted, and quite well scripted. Maybe you have to be an anthropologist to appreciate it. Before the last ice age and well into present times we were matriarchal and very sexual. The meteor only made our human nature more open. The meteor didn't die. After mating with a human male its babies can be seen bubbling up on the lake. Nobody here seems to understand what a pink Chiquita is. It's the title of the film people. It's what our species needs to continue surviving. There are some esoteric references in the film I don't understand. Clip appears in a very Beatles like uniform reminiscent of Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on an amusement park merrigo round. I think the teen boys who initially found the meteor died. The only other death in the movie is the homosexual cross dresser. I bought this film because it was about what women were really like at one time, and I loved how normal life in the small town of Beamsville now was actually like. Loved Mary Ann. A librarian no less, married to a meteorolgist?

I caught this years and years ago on the USA Network, at something like 3 a.m. At the time I was young and impressionable, and I thought I was watching something very dirty indeed. There wasn't much to see, but I was convinced I was watching an edited-for-TV version of a soft-core masterpiece. Did I mention I was young?Years later I saw the thing on DVD (WHY is this on DVD?), and figured, what the hell. And, well... to call this thing PG-rated is being generous. There had been ZERO editing for that basic cable airing. No one get naked, and there wasn't even any swearing that I could recall. Even the underwear is pretty chaste.The acting is terrible, the writing is embarrassing, the lighting/costumes/makeup are beyond amateurish, and the "music" (written by Frank Stallone himself!) is instantly forgettable. So if your plot is a pink meteorite that falls to earth and turns the local women into Amazonian nymphomaniacs... wouldn't the only possible saving grace be having naked women in your movie? (or, for the two women in the audience, at least one attractive male?)There is NO skin, no jokes, no movie... The only reason this exists is so you can see the title on the IMDb and say to someone, "Did you know Sylvester Stallone had a brother? Who was in a movie?"

To say this film stinks would be insulting to skunks. As the other commenter says, this movie is insulting to anyone over the mental age of 7 (it is especially, incredibly insulting to gays). It is awful - and not in a "so bad it's funny" sort of way either - it's just plain awful. No, I have to say it: IT STINKS! (sorry skunks).From the opening credits to the end titles there is hardly more than 10 seconds of this movie worth opening your eyes for. The "plot" is incoherent, the characterization non-existent, the acting is of the over the top mugging "look at me I'm being funny!" school and so it goes on. The set pieces are clumsily set up (if at all) and are badly executed, it's just awful on every front - apart from the music maybe, I don't remember thinking the music stinks (apart from the songs).To be fair to the makers, they lay their cards on the table pretty quickly: the opening credits include the title "Also starring Ertha Kitt as the voice of Betty the meteor" (since as the meteor in question turns out never never say anything but make an occasional purring noise they may well have lifted Ms. Kitt's contribution from one of her records) and the second line of the movie runs something like: "...and scientists have discovered new facts about the rings around Uranus." Uranus - "Your Anus" geddit? geddit? huh? huh?? Your Anus? The humour really is that cheap.It says strange things about the "comedies" of that period in that it was perfectly permissable for the hero to deliberately shoot people dead in the street but not say "sh*t" out loud.I paid fifty pence (about $1.00) for this movie in a sale. I feel ripped off.