She was hot for like 30 seconds of screen time in which Mary-Sue McSkeeterbites made her look like a useless bimbo.
I'm looking forward to the director's wife telekinetically stopping a cruise missile fired at Cthulhu, fisting him with an iceberg instead, then lighting about 40 cigarettes with said cruise missile and giving every canon character supercancer that transforms them into the real villain, a disgusting tumorblog that Ms. Sue shoves out of an airlock in 1586 with the time machine and spaceship she invented in a moment of genius while giving Cthulhu's corpse a Cleveland Steamer. On a horse. Cue explosions with sound and fire in space. ROLL TITLE CREDITS.