aka Mutant
Top troubleshooting space soldiering stud Mike Colby (Jesse Vint) and his trusty battle robot sidekick Sam (Don Olivera) have to postpone their vacation from being awesome ass-kickers when they are sent to a small research facility on a planet very far from Earth.
The lab is kept as isolated as possible to avoid any problems with contaminated research specimens somehow getting out - a reasonable precaution seeing that the scientists of the facility work in the exciting and dangerous field of genetic research to produce a new food source for humanity, a field of inquiry that usually leads to the creation of killer sharks or hideous mutations.
Well, "hideous mutations" are something one should probably expect when one experiments with implanting some very special genetic material into a human womb for no discernible reason. The product of that fun little idea is (surprise!) rather dangerous, but when Colby and Sam arrive on the planet, the creature has built itself a nice little cocoon and is safely isolated in a lab.
It's just too bad that Colby is too occupied with getting into bed with future "let's communicate with the hideous monster that has eaten all of my friends" specialist Dr. Glaser (June Chadwick), and that the rest of the crew consists of utter morons. So, yes, the creature escapes the merry bunch of idiots and horndogs that populate the facility and starts to wreak budget-conscious havoc.
Forbidden World is one of the attempts of Roger Corman's New World Pictures to produce an Alien rip-off, just without much of a budget, little sense and a surprisingly high NBPM (naked breasts per minute) index.
If you can ignore or love the utter stupidity (this script was definitely not written by John Sayles, but, oh, "story by Jim Wynorski", which does explain the amount of naked flesh) of everyone and everything, the silliness of the way the monster was created or will be killed, the blatantly stolen ideas and director Alan Holzman's rather loose idea of what exactly a plot is supposed to be, Forbidden World is rather good fun.
On a technical level, it's well made (he said, ignoring the often visible microphone) - the camera work is fine, the editing is inventive if bizarre (or is it possible that someone in the cutting room found sex really this icky?), the music is godawful synthie blubbering (as I like it) and the sets and monster are filmed in a way that makes the best of very little.
It probably helps if the prospective viewer likes women with transparent high-heeled shoes and/or without clothes, or likes to watch an alien monster thingie die by puking, but I cautiously promise a reasonably fun 70 minutes.
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