The Gall Force cast shows up to film a serious military sci-fi epic and immediately gets destroyed by the gap between script and reality. Every scene collapses in a different way: the director wants authenticity so badly he electrocutes the crew, Lufy spends half the runtime mortified in front of extras, the whole production becomes a slapstick machine that only works because everyone involved takes themselves seriously while everything falls apart. This is 1988 asking what happens when you point a camera at your own show's pretensions and let chaos do the talking.
The Gall Force crew trades their spacesuits for a film set when this parody reimagines the franchise as a live-action production gone hilariously wrong. Behind the cameras, everything that can fall apart does: actors flub their lines, directors obsess over authenticity at the worst possible moments, and the cast members spend more time managing their own egos than saving the galaxy. Lufy finds herself constantly embarrassed by the production's demands, while Catty clashes repeatedly with a perfectionist director who refuses to compromise his vision. The technical crew scrambles to handle stunts, costumes, and special effects that never quite cooperate. As shooting wraps and premiere night arrives, tensions reach a boiling point when the cast argues over who deserves the spotlight and credit for the franchise's success. It's comedy built entirely from the friction between artistic ambition and practical reality, where the only explosions that matter are the ones happening off-camera. Perfect for anyone who enjoys watching professional pride collide with genuine chaos.