The usual assortment of nutbars assembles in a pub in the Scottish countryside. Where else would they gather for a British movie? Let's see, we've got a nutty scientist, a couple of lonely babes, an escaped murderer, a dashing hero with receding hairline, a dorky kid, the innkeeper whose favorite line is "A round of drinks on the house" and his wife, and of course a freaky little man with a twisted up arm that walks around dragging his leg like some mutant weirdo. He gets bumped off right at the start so we won't concern ourselves with him.

Anyway, just after everyone gets together a flying saucer from Mars lands out back. Out of the saucer and into the pub comes the Ultimate Bitch dressed from head to toe in leather. She explains to these poor slobs that a "War between the sexes" has left the men of Mars with no lead in the pencil, so she has come to Earth to replenish her planet with breeding stock.

Just to prove how tough she is she activates the goofiest looking robot to ever grace the silver screen. The robot disintegrates a dead tree, a dead car and an old dead shack. Why she displays this power is beyond me since she plans on knocking everybody off when she splits anyway.

Finally she takes off with the escaped murderer in tow who blows the saucer up in mid air. So do the survivors mourn the deceased hero that just saved their lousy stinkin' butts? Naw, they just have a "Round of drinks on the house."

So how come this jail-breaking murderer hasn't got enough smarts to get outta town before the cops find him, yet is smart enough to blow up the engine of a spaceship that runs on "Static Negative Condensity?"