Even the most painful-to-watch, trashy piece of cinema can be littered with accidental (or, perhaps, intentional) symbolism enough to trigger a serious acid flashback or psycho-spiritual experience otherwise unlabeled. Barbarella, for God’s sake, is a pretty profound (well, ‘thoughtful’, say) exploration of a woman’s emerging sexuality and her embrace of the power it gives her. But I think a better, and safer place to start touching on this subject is