It's a shimmering showcase of thespian brilliance.
The ol' Brewster knows best. Troolanee's magic vine crowns toss them into a sinbad-esque parallel universe (maybe?)(every time I try to make sense of it my head explodes and I have to start again.) So it's a wild camel ride. Babes, giants, bikinis, artillery, boobies, mangoes, epic high-tech sea battles, flowing jet black manes of sexy princes, who sweep. Not like floors tho'. Like, off your feet.
Hey Yo Sheikh Dude!
There's no way Chekov could write a script like this.
The ol' Brewster knows best. Troolanee's magic vine crowns toss them into a sinbad-esque parallel universe (maybe?)(every time I try to make sense of it my head explodes and I have to start again.) So it's a wild camel ride. Babes, giants, bikinis, artillery, boobies, mangoes, epic high-tech sea battles, flowing jet black manes of sexy princes, who sweep. Not like floors tho'. Like, off your feet.
Hey Yo Sheikh Dude!
There's no way Chekov could write a script like this.
