No one can watch the auction of "Buck Rodgers" as a sex slave without being amused and disturbed.
The auctioneer does not spare flattery and grandiose claims when describing Buck for the Amazon Ladies.
All credulity is strained to the snapping point by this scene. An auctioneer. A room full of big haired Amazonians in tight petro-chemical based costumes. And the services of Buck Rodgers himself for sale to highest bidder. He was paraded around like a prized hog at the county fair. The Amazonians are sighing and in awe of this guy. A middle-aged, pear-shaped loser who is covered with a thick coat of greezey hair. And the queen herself outbidding her subjects for the prize. A King is born!
He takes off his shirt and his sloped shoulders rise---for he is sucking in his sizable gut for the camera.
All the men had long since been killed on this planet and the Amazons would not have known that Buck Rodgers virility had been permanently sapped by being frozen in space.
Perhaps I am too judgmental. The cultural ideals of sexual attraction vary greatly from culture to culture, planet to planet and generation to generation. This was the 1970s--side parts were at the height of their popularity.
But it is all unbelievable. Buck may have been an Adonis compared to his dandruffy minion Hawk--but this useless, earth bound raptor-cretin was nowhere in sight.
Buck should have run with this opportunity to bed the queen. She was not as hot as Erin Gray- but that zephyr-silver robot in the German bucket helmet was not around to cock- block!
Is there a pear-shaped loser in the whole world who would not let a room full of ogling Amazonians go to his head?
Not Buck Rogers. For when an astronaut is transported into the future- the leaders of that time logically entrust in him their future. Originating from the 1980s he is clearly beyond reproach.
Can anyone imagine German Chancellor Angela Merkel ignoring the advice and council of THE RED BARON recalled to life! Of course not. All German policies and initiatives would require the direct approval of the pilot from the past. He would be responsible for the national security of the country, and the implementation of all policies. He would work as the head ambassador to all foreign powers-Among OTHER THINGS. But I doubt he would be half as corpulent as a dissipated Gil Gerrard!
The auctioneer does not spare flattery and grandiose claims when describing Buck for the Amazon Ladies.
All credulity is strained to the snapping point by this scene. An auctioneer. A room full of big haired Amazonians in tight petro-chemical based costumes. And the services of Buck Rodgers himself for sale to highest bidder. He was paraded around like a prized hog at the county fair. The Amazonians are sighing and in awe of this guy. A middle-aged, pear-shaped loser who is covered with a thick coat of greezey hair. And the queen herself outbidding her subjects for the prize. A King is born!
He takes off his shirt and his sloped shoulders rise---for he is sucking in his sizable gut for the camera.
All the men had long since been killed on this planet and the Amazons would not have known that Buck Rodgers virility had been permanently sapped by being frozen in space.
Perhaps I am too judgmental. The cultural ideals of sexual attraction vary greatly from culture to culture, planet to planet and generation to generation. This was the 1970s--side parts were at the height of their popularity.
But it is all unbelievable. Buck may have been an Adonis compared to his dandruffy minion Hawk--but this useless, earth bound raptor-cretin was nowhere in sight.
Buck should have run with this opportunity to bed the queen. She was not as hot as Erin Gray- but that zephyr-silver robot in the German bucket helmet was not around to cock- block!
Is there a pear-shaped loser in the whole world who would not let a room full of ogling Amazonians go to his head?
Not Buck Rogers. For when an astronaut is transported into the future- the leaders of that time logically entrust in him their future. Originating from the 1980s he is clearly beyond reproach.
Can anyone imagine German Chancellor Angela Merkel ignoring the advice and council of THE RED BARON recalled to life! Of course not. All German policies and initiatives would require the direct approval of the pilot from the past. He would be responsible for the national security of the country, and the implementation of all policies. He would work as the head ambassador to all foreign powers-Among OTHER THINGS. But I doubt he would be half as corpulent as a dissipated Gil Gerrard!