Try to dissect the following phrase:
“He's a birthday boy. He
kills without reason. If he has no reason to kill you, then he can kill you.
But if he has a reason to kill you, then he's got a problem. Because if
he kills you without resolving that problem, then you'd be dead, and the
problem would live on forever, unresolved.”
It sounds odd but that’s the kind of person who is hunting
Samuel Curtis, the so-called “American Astronaut”. And that is the world in
which he lives. He’s an interplanetary trader carousing the dives and
blue-collar corrals of deep space. And his most recent job? Deliver the “Boy
Who Saw a Woman’s Breast” at the behest of his smuggler buddy, the Blueberry
Pirate, to a planet of women in exchange for the body of the former monarch of
Venus.
Thus is a descriptor of the only science-fiction western musical you will probably ever see. Sounds
kind of like a deadpan version of “Spaceballs”, right?
Though much of the movie doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense, writer/director/producer/actor/musician
Cory McAbee remains so utterly faithful to his unwavering blend of absurdity
and verve that it’s like trying to boo that crazy person off-stage at open-mic
night---in the end, you know it’s just going to make him try that much harder.
With a cast of character actors like James Ransone and Tom Aldredge who look like they just stepped out of a West Virginia coal mine
and a shoestring soundtrack by McAbee’s own band, the Billy Nayer Show, “The
American Astronaut” is definitely worth checking out at least once if
you’re a fan of rock operas.
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