Iggy Pop and Lou Reed stuffed into a megalomaniacal Mick Jagger-shaped suit. Debbie Harry as the defiant heroine. Catherine O'Hara tattoos a man's head.

Mostly. Catherine O'Hara really does play that tattooist, but the rest are the songwriters and singing voices. They're the headliners, but the star is the show

This is Nelvana. This is the children's movie specialists, the Care Bear animators, one of the biggest animation studios of their time, but this? This was before that, their opening…

Hypercolor mean girl chosen one. Luke Perry thoughtfully carving stakes from everyday household objects. Paul Reubens has an entire extended should-have-been-an-outtake delivered directly at the film's dramatic apex that continues after the credits.

Listen. The film? It's a mess. There's a predictable, unearned, rushed romance. Action scenes with little editing punch that are deeply underserved by a flaccid score. Dramatic moments that land with all the impact of a wet rag. And some of that dialogue? Rough.

Still, the script…

Brad Pitt, interdimensional kidnappee and PTSD sufferer. Kim Basinger, utterly incapable of siting still, rotoscoped or otherwise. David Bowie does the credits.

Yeah, it's a bad movie. But it's a bad movie that's worth it. The pacing may be shot, the composites may be wobbly. A car goes from animated to real to a cardboard cutout in 30 seconds. The rules are never fully explained. Characters get no chance to breathe.

But this is the sort of film you have…

We - my partner and I - first "saw" this in a bar. We were attending a fundraising event for the local community radio station. On the TV: a medley of movies, or perhaps someone changing the channel. No sound. Every ten or so minutes we would look up and see a completely different film.

Except Rick Moranis was in all of them. It was one film. Somehow.

Hard to overemphasize how strange that revelation was. Some quick, weirdly phrased…