Crystal Heart Reviews
His millionaire parents vow to bring the pop star to the boy, her gradually falling in love with him and making love by rubbing against each other through the plastic bubble.
She incurs the wrath of her sleazy Spanish agent-cum-boyfriend, who has a terrible time with dog dirt all through this movie.
The Bubble Boy thinks he has just been used by the pop-star to further her career and escapes his confines to meet up with a jive-talking forty-year-old paper boy in a jeep, through whom he travels to the girl's house and dies, struggling to fight against his allergy, in her arms.
The film is god awful, but it is an unintentionally hilarious classic. Someone who thinks they have all the early eighties cinema ingredients - an Italian production team in fact - get it hilariously wrong, including a sub-Moroder synth soundtrack, one of the most embarrassingly unerotic sex-scenes ever filmed or participated in by mankind and the aforementioned Spanish-Italian villain whose every line is a phonetic fart.
Real beer+pals+junk-food fare. Buy or rent immediately if you find it!