This movie allowed Wizard People, Dear Reader to be born.
So, in spite of its many, many flaws, I’m thankful it exists.

Are you certain it was Templesmith? To me it looks like Paul Miller:

That was horrible, but reminds me of a question I’ve never had sufficiently answered:
Why did the Mummy take the eyes of the only character who had bad eyesight?
You’d think he’d be taking the best parts he could find, like some kinda salad buffet of organs.

You mean the still image of the woman with the topless Danny Trejo?

Lessons like this are what we can all glean from life’s ongoing fable.

Not that I reject your premise, but at the time there was certainly some confusion as to what was and wasn’t metal. Jehtro Tull being the most egregious example.

He was. So much so that in Australia it was marketed as, “Captain Boomerang! And his mates, the Suicide Squad.”