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We Watched Barb Wire So You Don’t Have To—But Wow, the Boobs…

We Watched Barb Wire So You Don’t Have To—But Wow, the Boobs…

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Welcome back, space cadets! On this episode of "Trees in Space," your hosts Jason and Nate dive headfirst—boobs first?—into the wonderfully weird 1996 cult "classic," Barb Wire. That’s right, it’s Pamela Anderson in full pleather regalia, mysterious contracts about who can show what on screen, and a plot that somehow fuses Casablanca with post-apocalyptic biker chic and a dollop of Nazi cosplay for good measure. This week, Jason confesses he didn’t even realize Barb Wire was a comic book movie, while Nate admits he was way ahead of the curve—having watched it originally, although not as a fan of Pamela. (Apparently, blue-eyed blondes just remind him too much of his sister. Ew?) The duo tackles everything from the movie’s deeply confusing timeline (why does the "future" look like 1986?) to its smoking hot, gravity-defying fashion choices, to that age-old cinematic question: why can Pamela show all the boobage but everyone else is stuck with pasties? Was Barb Wire secretly trying to channel the classic romance of Casablanca? Did the plot get lost somewhere between the strip club and the retina scanner? And what exactly is “plot armor”—or maybe just plot underwear? Our fearless hosts dig through the darkness (literal and metaphorical), debate the acting chops of the cast (Pam’s not the worst! Who knew?!), and argue whether this movie deserves a full tree or just a lonely stump on their patented rating scale. If you’re ready for a hilariously honest breakdown of a “campy, breasty” sci-fi romp packed with flying bullets and questionable dialogue, tune in! And remember: they watch the trash so you don’t have to—or so you know exactly when to jump in for the wardrobe malfunctions. Strap in. It’s going to be a wild ride—pleather optional.
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