516. Alien From L.A. (1988)

It’s pretty ridiculous. They’re trying to have their all-White cake and eat it, too. Repeatedly. Better not to dwell on it no matter how much they want you to.

I keep trying to think up ways to lampshade it. Similar to the fact that if she really needed glasses she would’ve been in some deep doo-doo trying to function in a local shopping mall without them… much less in an alien society. I tell myself that the air underground had some kind of restorative power which fixed her eyesight. Or maybe that steam-cleaning thing in the back of the bar took care of it.


This is one of my least favorite episodes. For the one and only reason of the squeaky horrifically annoying voice. I just can’t stand it.

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And the trailer to the sequel…