Review: Galaxy of Terror (1981)
Roger Corman is a cinematic genius in many ways. To some he’s produced absolute celluloid drivel, and to others the best hammy camp cult classics a movie goer ever hopes to see. Without him there would be no Tarantino or Rodriguez, let alone Kevin Smith or Rob Zombie. These directors grew up on a diet of his films in the salad days, where they shone at midnight shows or drive-ins. The movies he produces are brash, trashy and flashy – like great big pair of heaving breasts covered in glitter.





