Hulk Hogan, that Viking-maned behemoth of wrestling, is a likable actor and Burt Kennedy ("Support Your Local Sheriff") a likable director. Likable, too, in a more eccentric and astringent way, are wild-eyed Christopher Lloyd and loopy-Kewpie doll Shelley Duvall. But all that likability combined, or even cubed, doesn't create any pressing reason to pay admission to "Suburban Commando" (citywide)--unless you're an obsessed movie completist or a sudden cloudburst drives you to shelter.
It's a mostly frowzy, thick-waisted action comedy/fantasy about a repressed architect (Lloyd), his smiley wife (Duvall) and a Han Solo-style outer space adventurer (Hogan), who rents their suburban apartment and promptly demolishes every bully or nuisance in Lloyd's suburban neighborhood. The jokes are scattershot and sometimes in dubious taste: Starman Hulk beats up on muggers and bullies, but he also takes on skateboard kids and street mimes and pitches one treed cat into the stratosphere.