This weekend I watched Phoenix the Warrior. Synopsis: An evil princess in a future world inhabited solely by leather-bound, scantily clad women, impregnates one of her subjects from a sperm bank. The woman's mission: to bear a male child for the princess to sacrifice. The pregnant woman flees in order to save the child, and in the process meets the last man on earth -- with predictable results.
I don't normally get into that kind of thing, but I was riding an exercise bike at the time, and that's what the TV was tuned to.
I told my wife I'd like to see her brandishing a sword, riding a dune buggy and having gladiator battles with other women. This pissed her off.