No true Star Wars fan should be without this one.
Watching "The Brazilian Star Wars" is like getting a telephone call from Mars: it is fascinating, to be certain, but truly puzzling. There is no escaping the fact that this is a truly terrible movie, but it is so bad that it becomes engaging in a perverse way. Films are a collaborative effort of scores of adults who possess a variety of creative skills, yet this particular film seems to be the collaborative effort of every truly untalented individual working in the Brazilian entertainment industry. The comedy is gruesome in its lack of mirth, the action is so sluggish that it is surprising the on-screen warriors didn't fall asleep in mid-punch, the soundtrack is thick with the most mediocre disco score ever captured in a microphone, and the special effects would have embarrassed Ed Wood in their amateurism
