I was hoping that this might be a satirical send-up of science-fiction/adventure movies from Lucas and Spielberg but it was all a bit of a mess and the humour- I mean, it was surely too daft to take itself seriously, wasn’t it?- was lost in a whirlwind of dreadful eighties music and fashions. When the fate of mankind rests in the hands of a be-gelled Peter Weller who’s dressed like an extra from “Miami Vice”, it’s time to make your peace with your Maker. As well as Weller, Jeff Goldblum, Ellen Barkin and Clancy Brown of “Highlander” fame also waste their (and our) time.
Buckaroo Banzai is less a film and more a transmission from another dimension that just happened to land on VHS. It throws everything at the screen—sci-fi, kung fu, Cold War paranoia, comic books, rock bands, aliens, brain surgery—and dares you to keep up. The plot barely qualifies as one, but that’s hard the charm. You’re just supposed to go with the flow and enjoy the weird.
The cast is ridiculous. Peter Weller deadpans through quantum gibberish, Ellen Barkin plays it heartbreakingly straight, and John Lithgow’s Italian accent veers between Soviet madman and Looney Tune depending on the vowel. Christopher Lloyd and Clancy Brown lurk in the background like a weird buddy cop spin-off movie, within the movie. And then there’s Jeff Goldblum, dressed as a cowboy neurosurgeon named New Jersey, casually stealing every scene without seeming to know what film he’s in—or caring.
It’s clearly try to be everything, and while that leads to confusion, it also means you’re never bored. Whether that qualifies as brilliance or chaos is debatable. But if you’ve ever wanted to watch a jet car breach dimensional walls while a rock band saves teh world, Buckaroo Banzai is exactly your flavour of madness.