Dark Star

By introducing human eccentricities into the cold structure of SF, Carpenter creates a vision of the technological future that is both disillusioned and oddly affirmative in its insistence on the unscientific survival of emotional frailty.

The dim comedy consists of sophomoric notations and mistimed one-liners.

Sheer delight.

There are some funny routines here, though Mr. Carpenter doesn't seem to have cared much about integrating or sustaining them.

A berserk combination of space opera, intelligent bombs, and beach balls from other worlds.

An enjoyable lightweight outer-space hippie spoof.

... a grungy, darkly humorous declaration that, in the end, boredom and human slovenliness trumps technology and high ideals.

It wouldn't be a cult classic if everybody liked it, now would it?

John Carpenter's guerilla undermining of the pomposity of space odysseys

Hats off nonetheless to young whippersnapper John Carpenter, whose studenty tale of space tedium, aliens and molasses-black humour remains approximately a thousand times better than the director's last 15 years.

Uneven but enjoyable.

An intermittently hilarious satire on 2001.