BARBARELLA IS GENE -spliced with Hello Kitty in the surreal Blade Runner universe of this animated feature by two-man Japanese music-visual art "unit" t.o.L. (or trees of Life). Needless to say, you can check your head at the door. Tamala 2010 is like the chill-room alternative to last year's DJ QBert project Wave Twisters. Its heroine is a big-eyed space kitty blown off course during a solo trip from her native Cat Earth in the Feline Galaxy to Orion. She lands instead on Planet Q, where martial law enforcement and terrorism reports seem to barely stir the jaded, business-as-usual inhabitants (best illustrated by recurring scenes of two cat drag queens bitching in a bar). Up for anything and definitely "not a fraidy cat," Tamala picks up scaredy-tom Michelangelo, dazzling him with no end of elements that might appeal to a jack-happy, permanently adolescent male anime fan: She likes to skateboard and go bowling, and she dances like a stripper, cusses like a sailor, and asks, "What are you doing for mating season?" within two minutes. (A few hours later she's progressed to "Me very tasty. Wanna eat me?") Stalking from a canine cop-serial murderer ends this idyll, however, propelling the mostly black-and-white cartoon – which looks like a Dada-fied take on classic original TV anime Astro Boy, with visual references encompassing everything from Metropolis to Diane Arbus – into yakkety explication about a centuries-old religio-corporate conspiracy whose immortal goddess Tamala might be. Whether all this will be worth following for another three hours (2010 is the first in a planned trilogy) could depend on finding the right drugs for optimum viewing. But there's no doubt there's never been anything quite like this enigmatic explosion of cybercuteness. See Rep Clock for show times. (Dennis Harvey)