Thinking back over those poor actors — speaking the unspeakable while stuffed and mounted on blue screens absent Creatures To Be Computerized Later — makes me appreciate Naomi Watts»
little vaudeville act (and her tears) opposite what must have been a bunch of pulleys manned by hairy, leering Kiwis.
Spaceballs is basically the Jewish
vaudeville version of Star Wars, all Yiddish homonyms («Use the Schwartz,» «Funny, she doesn't look Druish») and repartee of
little comic value beyond exploiting the sexually - repressed costumes and hypothetically anachronistic Brooklyn accents.