Lifeforce is a dog.

Frequently outlandish and far from profound, it's nonetheless a box-office bomb that, like its horror-maestro director, deserved quite a bit better.

The mere mention of its title will trigger memories among many people of A) a gorgeous space vampire prone to walking around London completely nude, B) a pre-Star Trek: The Next Generation Patrick Stewart getting possessed by said beauty, or C) both.

There's a version of this that has a more cohesive vision of what it wants to be, though the actual theatrical release ends up a confusing mess that never knows what it wants to be.