A husband who prefers reading sci-fi pulp mags to having sex
with his eager wife escapes into a fantasy in which he is an intergalactic
castaway in the year 2069. He boards the USS Erection so he can peep on or participate
in the erotic frolics of the starship’s crew. Doesn’t sound familiar? That’s
because David Friedman’s z-grade softcore porno Space Thing is such a piece of forgettable garbage that it hasn’t
even earned an imdb page. It has, however, earned a new soundtrack album on
silver vinyl from Modern Harmonic. Is the music better than the movie? Well, if
you dig poorly recorded, generic go-go jazz with lots of palm-muted guitar and Hammond
organ riffs—occasionally overlaid with the film’s terrible dialogue and
half-hearted panting—then I guess the answer is “yes.” By any yardstick,
listening to William Castleman’s score (recycled from not Friedman’s She Freak) is less excruciatingly boring
than watching Space Thing, which is
included on DVD courtesy of Something Weird Video as a bonus booby prize.
