There are multiple scenes of a stiff puppet being thrown at characters or across the screen, often through a vent covering as it either escapes or pops onto the scene. The adult version of the creature is a little cool, resembling a sort of dragon insect version of the xenomorph queen from Aliens, minus any articulation of any kind. Even Singer’s robot sidekick, though no longer a second-rate Star Wars stormtrooper, now is obviously just a guy in tights wearing some BMX padding that’s been spray-painted gray. In fact, Dead Space is a bonafide bore and a lesser film than its source material in almost every way. While there are more lady scientists in the cast this time, in a cruel twist of fate for Singer, the sex and nudity is significantly reduced here, as is the gore, as is the cool music, as is the intrigue. Marc Singer is now the leading man, and he makes slightly more sense than Jesse Vint as a lady scientist-banging space mercenary.

Although, ever the trailblazer, Corman decided to do this one on a much slimmer budget.

This one has nothing to do with the popular video game series rather, it’s a Roger Corman-produced remake of a previous Roger Corman-produced film, Forbidden World (1982). Starring: Marc Singer, Laura Tate, Judith Chapman

Dead space 1991 poster