I ought to have loved Space Captain Smith, a silly space romp starring a moustachioed hero heading a crew consisting of a skull-coveting alien and a renegade sex toy, and facing off a race of evil space ants to protect a wispy new age lady who dresses like she’s from Totnes.
It’s possible that I’m still holding a grudge against books that aren’t Eleanor and Park, or I may have simply had a sense of humour failure. Either way, this pun-tastic comedy fell flat for me with most of the jokes barely managing to raise a smile, let alone a laugh, and the nods to other works like Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? and A Clockwork Orange just made me remember how much better those books were.
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