Warlords of Atlantis

Welcome to the Atlantis of the 70s, hidden for centuries a mind-shattering 45 fathoms under the sea (for those counting, that's about 250 feet...or approximately 316,799,750 feet less than Captain Nemo journeyed). The Atlantis of the 70s--where submarine superbeasts caterwaul like pumas and drainage pipes are protected by groovy bead curtains. The Atlantis of the 70s, where giant rubber octopi only maim and mangle you if you are a mutinous scurvy dawg. Take me away, bronze pod, take me away.

Passes the time.

Hilariously dated sci-fi fantasy tosh.

Great plot device and well-made - but you could be forgiven for thinking this is a mish mash of every other Sci-Fi. The playground for the ruling class and the enslavement of the working classes was right out of Time Machine/ Metropolis etc.

Martians have traveled by comet to Earth, taken over the lost city of Atlantis, with a grand scheme to become Nazis and rule the planet. Unfortunately humanities last hope is the action icon John Ratzenberger and a giant large-mouthed bass known as McClure. Indescribably wow!