Yes, he’s a pod that didn’t correctly transform. Look, he has to be, right? See—what else could explain that stumbling gait, that vacant, blank stare, that mouth agape, those sudden fits of crankiness inbetween the rather startling incoherence. Of course he’s a damaged pod.
A light and breezy romantic comedy that pulls its ideas from everything else popular at the time…and with a pop-star lead to sell it.
Disney-fied PG-rated hijinks at a distressingly chaste, mildly drug-fueled, not-nearly-as-gay-as-we-expected late 1970s Hollywood disco!