Juvenile, adolescent animated anthology of a hybrid of sci-fi/sword-and-sorcery stories from the minds of Heavy Metal, a sci-fi/fantasy magazine that I might have flipped through the pages of an issue back in the day. I am not sure I love 1981's film adaptation of the magazine, "Heavy Metal," but I was quite mesmerized by it.
There's a powerful green orb that talks, women naked and wanting sex anxiously more than in any cartoon I've ever seen, a cab driver of the future harboring a wanted femme fatale, gratuitous violence, etc. Did I mention the naked women and their big breasts? Did I forget to mention a young kid zapped into space who manages to have Herculean strength and has sex with two women, one as a prerequisite to obtaining that green orb? That green orb has a mind of its own clearly because some unlucky people pick it up and it melts them, whereas others pick it up and it turns them into zombies.
I have no idea what this movie is about it, and I do not care. Coherence and characters worth caring about are not the mainstay of these tales that include Harry Canyon, the aforementioned futuristic cab driver who thinks nothing of having sex with some woman on the run. When the fleeing woman has the orb (known as the Loc-Nar) in her possession, she will sell it to some gangster and split the profits; yeah, right. Meanwhile, lots of sex scenes with introductions of women always baring their breasts and that includes a fierce, silent warrior fighter named Taarna who flies around on the back of a prehistoric-looking bird! She is shown naked, gets dressed with a slim outfit yet when she's about to be tortured, she's naked all over again! If I was a 9-year-old watching this way back when (I saw the non-animated "Flesh Gordon" at that time), I might've been salivating over the nudity. At my age, this just looks like it all came from the mind of a 10-year-old in a never-maturing 30-year-old body.
I could have lived without the B-17's during World War II and less of that Captain Lincoln F. Sternn which has no tonal consistency with the rest of the film (more Harry Canyon would've been nice). "Heavy Metal" is junk food, sci-fi gobbledygook and pure fantasy mish mash with razzle-dazzle effects and plenty of breasts - sort of a pulpy, nasty, grotesquely violent movie you watch late at night and hope nobody notices. Not for the He-Man crowd.
