"A life without cause is a life without effect" -- Dildano, Barbarella.
Barbarella is a classic from the Flower Power days of 1968. And it is safe to say that it could only have been made in that short span of years when knighthood was in question and a man was soft and cuddly.
That being said, it is one of the better films of that time, in my taste. It is hopelessly camp, and totally unrealistic of course (the angel flies with wing motion so slow it would not lift a poodle, much less a grown man carrying a woman), but for people who can live with abstraction, it has a lot of charm.
Most of that charm belongs to Jane Fonda. What a fox she is. And Jane Fonda is Barbarella in the same way that Clint Eastwood is Dirty Harry. She has the innocence, she has the conviction, she has the body and the face.
The story is a funky far-out space adventure that actually is fantasy, not science fiction, at least in spirit. (Science Fiction in the sixties had a landslide shift towards less logic and more "fantasticness".) So naturally you would not see this film expecting to be drawn into a ripping good yarn with exciting twists of logic and plot and whatnot. You would see it for the mood, for the pictures, and the wonderful details of imagination and dialogue.
"De-crucify the angel or I melt your face!"
"It seems the Mathmos has created this bubble to protect itself from your innocence."
"When we reach the crescendo, you will die... of pleasure."
"What's that screaming? A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming."