Monday, April 24, 2006

DOUBLE FEATURE: American Ninja 2 & Cyborg


It's been a while since I got ONE review done, let alone a Skeeter Double Feature. But it was a cheap-ass hire day at the video barn, so let's delve in the Cannon Films back-catalogue! First up, a sequel to a previously-reviewed flick, then, the return of the infamous Albert Pyun!

American Ninja 2: The Confrontation!

Preview Time! La Bamba is first up... there's a surprise, as it was on 98.89% of the video tapes put out in the 80's. Next up The Lighthorsemen an Australian WW I flick I've heard about, but never got around to seeing. It's Galipoli on four hooves, by the looks of it. Nice to see big horse-led battles pre-CGI, though. Supercarrier is next off the rack... a lame-looking Top Gun knock-off with a fair-few familiar B-faces in the cast. And... oh, my God... Leonard, Part 6! I still can't believe I paid money to watch that piece of crap. (Hey, I was young and went to the movies every second day during the school holidays... I spent money to see Condorman, for God's sake!)

And here we go! There's the Cannon logo! Let's get ninja-ing!

Torque '86! Three guys are burning rubber on motorcycles, through twisting terrain and bright red credits as we kick off. They pull up at the all-camo pants bar for a drink, proving to be overly-cleancut college types. (Although they turn out to be Marines. Weenie-marines, perhaps.) Prepare for an asswhipping! (Which would have happened at a Girl Guide meeting, such is the geek levels the bikers are giving off.)

Aussie Thugs! And yes, two of the three get their asses kicked by the strangely Australian (and oddly polite) thugs. The third hides like a sissy, in an obvious set-up. Once the pride of the U.S military has been taken out by barflys, the Head Goon opens a door, revealing a...

Ninja Storeroom! They make off with the unconscious pair, thus raising the average efficiency of the American military by a fraction. And we cut (in a blast of kettledrum music) to re-meet our hero, Curtis Armstrong.

Enter the Dudikoff! Welcome back, Michael Dudikoff! Yes, he's STILL our hero, despite STILL looking like he's just started shaving. We appear to be in the Philippines again, or some equally budget-stretching location. (Note: Its St. Thomas Island in the Caribbean, according to the video box.) There's some unfunny business with a couple of possible-marines who pick up both Armstrong and his back-for-the-sequel partner Jackson. And a quick glimpse of a very English-accented Authority Figure. That usually spells trouble. Onwards though... let's head out to...

Camp Nudiebeach! No, there's no gratuitous nudity. (Yet) But the marines’ base is slap-bang on the beach. Dress standards are somewhat... lax. The C.O "Wild Bill" looks like he's ready for a YMCA revival, for instance. (Who knew marines were allowed to sport two-toned feathered hairdos'?) He's missing four marines so far, and gives a brief description of the black-clad suspect. Amstrong and Jackson exchange a Significant Look as the traditional Ominous Chord plays. On a synthesizer, of course. It is the 80's after all. We get to meet the local Kid-of-all-Trades, Toto, too. Well, he may be called Toto, but he dresses like a member of Culture Club.

Gay Militia Man, the 80's made a lot of guys look a little... fey. Even when they're trading sophomoric comments about women. Then again, Taylor, one of the guys taking Armstrong and Jackson out waterskiing keeps giving Armstrong the eye. Sure, he's the dude that got the other two kidnapped, but he's really too keen to strand himself with a bunch of buff, shirtless guys. Armstrong deduces the problem with the boat in about three seconds, and about five after that it's...

Ninja Time! Ooh, a flock of wild Beach Ninjas! That's rare at this time of the year! Some kicky-punchy stuff happens, as the ninjas employ the traditional tactics of hanging back and waiting for the chance to go one-on-one with the Good Guy. Who proceeds to hand them their collective asses, of course. One ninja appears to get his neck broken, but shows remarkable recuperative powers by, y'know, not being dead afterwards.

Clown-ninjas. Friendly Stab. Shaft! I'm gonna git you, sucka! Armstrong makes a break for it, only to have the ninjas suddenly turn into a troupe of acrobats to pursue him. (Yes, nice ninja-ladder... now let's see you form a human pyramid!) Their group attacking tactics prove even LESS effective than the one-on-one stuff, as every sword swipe manages to take out one of their fellow ninjas. Jackson gets involved, using a boat hook as an improvised staff. (And, as is traditional for HIS character, fights bare-chested.) Meanwhile, I realise a fact about the attackers.

5 Ninjas! No, 7.. okay, 8. Wait... 15! They're multiplying like a hydras heads... kill one, two more show up! Even though none of them seem able to do so much as scratch our heroes, Armstrong and Jackson finally bail to the cliff tops.

Acapulco, here we come! And one quick cliff-dive later... into the boat, not the water, which seems less than logical to me... they're out of there.

Debrief 1/We've got a lead! Really? Could have fooled me, guys. I've got no idea what leas you're following, but whatever. Sgt Shouty gets his Oscar moment post-debriefing. I doubt he won... woosh, that's some wooden acting. Taylor sets up a little Armstrong-acide for the next day. Ooh, I hope it involves ninjas! Taylor invites Armstrong to the Blind Beggar, which is probably the local gay nightclub. (Look, I'm just speculating... he's still wearing those fruity shorts AND he makes the invite while practically sharing Armstrongs' bed.) Armstrong looks confused, but that's a natural Michael Dudikoff expression anyway.

Aussies at 12 o'clock! Okay, so maybe this WON'T involve ninjas... there's the big guy from the opening kidnapping. He's another contender for the Woody award for Least Emotion in a Supporting role. The resulting fight scene is brief, with the result that Armstrong has 2 unbroken arms, and the attackers only 6 between the four of them. Taylor tries to plead wussiness when confronted by Armstrong. (Who's probably going to die a Redemptive Death... or at least a Pointless Death.) The thugs re-appear and another brief fight scene takes place, which is almost as exciting as the first. Not very, that is. Taylor makes my prediction come true by stupidly standing by the window, getting a bamboo spear in the chest. Just call me Criswell. So the ninjas finally get on the scoreboard, at the cost of about 12 of their number. Great assassins, my ass.

Debrief 2/Partytime Now this is interesting. I accidentally knocked the plug out of the laptop I was using to review the flick, losing my notes for then next ten minutes of action. When I rebooted... I couldn't remember what happened! Now either my attention span has shrunk to zero, or this film's more generic than I thought. To be fair, it's ten minutes where the film just treads water, with another lengthy scene in the C.O's office. (And with a huge boom hanging visibly in shot for most of it.) The British-accented Local Inspector is present this time, blocking the Marines efforts to investigate the killings. *dramatic chord* Yeah, I'm guessing he's not a good guy... call it a hunch. And then we waste some more time at the Governors garden party, watching bad comedy and character moments for our leads. The plot meanders back into action with an unexpected Hissy Fit! Delivered by a Random Woman in the general direction of...

Hey, it's the Head Ninja!: The somewhat-Indian head ninja is hanging out with a friend of the Guv'ner. Who's hanging out with the inspector. The wafer-thin plot thickens. The Governors hired goons hustle the woman away, hotly (well, tepidly) pursued by the Heroic Duo, along with a token Marine. I braced myself for a car chase. No such luck. It's more like a leisurely drive back to the same ol' Sleazy Bar as before. The kettledrums kick in again as the Aussie Thug Squad engage Armstrong and Jackson in a...

Comedy Barfight!: Yes, despite the gratuitous, testosterone-fuelled violence, the score informs us this is meant to be played for laughs. Jackson goes wonderfully OTT here, running his mouth a mile a minute as he fights, sounding like Hudson from Aliens on crystal meth. They fake us out briefly with a Railing Dive that MISSES the traditional table full o' beers... Only to have Armstrong and a Goon take it out a few seconds later. Anyway, the upshot is that our Heroes beat up the goons, but fail to get back the girl, then run away when the Head Ninja shows up. Their car has been severely reconditioned by the local street gang, but it belongs to the Base Commander, anyway. We're only missing the "Wah-wah-wah" musical cue to Komplete the Komedy.

Leo the lion... uh, Drugdealer/Toto knows all: More stuff happens. The Head Drugdealer/Ninja Commander turns out to be Leo, although he often gets called "The Lion". Maybe Tony the Tiger is his silent partner in crime? ("Ninjas? They're grrrrrrEAT!") Armstrong gets Toto to lead him to where the girl (Whose name is later (or possibly earlier, when I wasn't paying attention) revealed as "Alisha") is hiding. There's no real explanation as to HOW Toto knows this, bar the fact he's a Streetwise Urchin With a Heart of Gold. Armstrong shows up to rescue her, only to be attacked by the...

Toughest Amway Reps EVER!: Whoa, door-to-door Ninjas! A little more low-budget streetfighting breaks out, this time in broad daylight in front of a large crowd of locals. Silent Killers of the Orient, my ass.

Slow-mo mayhem: Dawn commented on the pace of the fight scenes here, and I had to agree. Could we put a shade more "action" in our action scenes, boys? It looks like the rehearsal footage. In fact, most of the fight scenes throughout the flick are pretty lame... way too careful, and overly stagy. But I was hardly expecting Jet Li-style action.. you gets what you pays for, after all.

Keystone Ninjas/No Reaction Toto: The Ninjas self-destructive tendencies kick in again, with most of their losses suffered at the hands, feet and swords of their compatriots. (Several go out via the Traditional Ninja Art of gently running their sword blade over thir opponents stomachs. Who knew katanas were too blunt to cut clothing, let alone skin?) The good guys make a break for it in a truck. One ninja takes out the back window with his fist, which oddly doesn't get so much as a jump out of Toto. Kids cool as a freakin' cucumber frappe. (Either that or he just didn't want a faceful of sugar glass.)

Street surfing! After getting tossed from the truck, the ninja manages to hook the vehicle with a grappling hook. (Via the ancient art of Bullshit Editing... even without slow-mo, the hook is about ten feet from the truck at best.) This results in him getting dragged behind the truck for about sixty miles. Interesting strategy, dude. He manages to climb aboard, though, just in time to get...

Edited to Death!: ...As the truck drives slowly into a pile of barrels, then jump-cuts into a high-speed Flying Truck Explody. Apparently they just arrived at the St. Thomas National Jet Fuel Depository. Having divested themselves of the ninjas, Armstrong sends Toto back to the base, while he and Alisha get set to head out the Leo's base, Blackbird Island to rescue the missing Marines. (Remember them?) Or was it BlackbirdERS Island? Damn short attention span. And up yours, movie.

What the hell is that accent?: Armstrong and Alisha cit-chat a while, after a burst of make-out music that made me think we were about to see the most tacked-on sex scene ever. Wads of exposition splash across the film as Alisha finally fills us in on the plot. (Long story short: Her dad's been forced into creating genetically-modified ninjas. Same old story, huh?) Because one chunk of plot is never enough, we cut to Leo and a bunch of his Badguy Cronies as he adds his own...

Exposition... and SuperNinjas!: Okay, the shot of his Superninja Army positioned around an indoor arena was pretty cool. Nice colour co-ordination, too. But what's with the Red Ninjas? The one's on black are for attacking at night, I get that? But bright red ninja suits? Where are they heading, tricky assassinations in the Australian Outback? Leo waffles at length about his Uber-Army, leading to the expected outbreak of...

Ninjarobics: The usual display of co-ordinated kicking, punching and grunting is intercut with Armstrong beaking into the base with help from his Rambo-knife. (While beating up the occasional hapless Ninja.) Meanwhile, Head Ninja heads out into the arena for a little sparring practise with the Superninjas.

Self-Defeating Strategy: Okay, I have issues with this scene. Number one, is the best way to show off your unbeatable Superninjas by having them get their asses kicked by one well-trained swordsman? Doesn't inspire a lot of confidence in me, if I'm an International Badguy. Second, he's really killing off quite a lot of your own Superninjas, dude. Wanna tell him to stop? Any time's good. Leo?

Bullshitology: FINALLY Leo calls off Head Ninja guy. By this stage Armstrong and Alisha have infilitrated the base in their spiffy new Ninja disguises. They manage to join the badguy party, and we get more exposition as Leo runs a quick tour of the facilities. (Including his nifty Frozen Marine Pods) As you can tell by the title of this section, I had my doubts about the scientific accuracy of his project. Eventually our Heroes peel off and head for the Marine's.

Punch, kick, flashback!: Of course, theyrun into a little resistance en route. Very little resistance, really. Armstrong also has an oddly-placed Flashback to the first movie, which ends with a smoke bomb going off in front of him. In a stairwell. Don't look at me like that, I can't explain it, either.

Weenie-Marines, GO!: Back at the base, the Homoerotic Attack Force finally rouses themselves into action. (After spending hours deciding on whether to disobey orders... this after their flagrant disregard for just about every other rule in the book.) Jackson looks excited... I think he spots another opportunity to tear his shirt off. So, everything looks good for Armstrong. But as you can probably guess, once he finds and releases the Marines, the first place they direct his dumb ass into is...

The Arena! (Is THIS the Confrontation?): I sure hope it is... I'm starting to side with Head Ninja Guy... he at least LOOKS a little more badass than our Prepubscent American Ninja. Leoshows up with a convieniently-captured Alisha and The Superninjas run in for a bit of sword-fight-ery. And here we go! I quickly learned several important things.

  • Swords go "thud"
  • Ninjas have no blood.
  • Four beaten-up U.S Marines can defeat 20 highly-trained, genetically-enhanched Superninjas in a sword fight.

    Eventually, though, weight of numbers takes its toll, and all four of the Marines appear to be dead. Note I say "appear". Things look grim for our Dorky Ninja Hero...

    Happy 4th of July: But here come the Marines! Nice to see they brought their ordinance from an unliscenced Mexican fireworks factory. I'm seriously questioning their decision NOT to change into their uniforms, too. It looks like the compound is being assaulted by the Jock Fraternity from Revenge of the Nerds. Actually, with Wild Bills goofy cowboy hat, maybe he'd fit in more with the Tri-Lams? Jackson commences with the shirt-ripping and tash-talking as Leo heads for high ground. (Leaving Alisha to her own devices. You suck as a hostage-taker, Leo.) Alisha makes the most of her new-found freedom to... well, stand around and practise her concerned looks while Armstrong FINALLY gets to go mano-e-mano with Head Ninja Guy. Bizarrely, we actually watch more of Jacksons' fight scenes than we do Armstrongs'. I guess the director finally realised who was the more interesting character. The funniest part of the flick occurs as Jackson suddenly manages to produce two HUGE Bowie knives from... well, somewhere. His ass, possibly. If so, even Goatse Man would be impressed.

    Exunt Leo/G.I Bro!: Leo ends up running into Alishas' old man, who's wired up a Multi-Genetic-Marine-Slash-Ninja Self-Destruction Device in about eight seconds. Lucky he had that lying around. And with one quick kaboom, they're outta here! Let's wrap this thing up...

    Shotgun!: The battle between Armstrong and Head Ninja Guy finally answers the question of why ninjas don't bother to pack heat. Head Ninja Guy produces a shotgun, possibly in an attempt to one-up Jackson. (Where the hell ARE they pulling these weapons from, anyhow?) Armstrong simply dodges the blasts. All together... "Yeaaaaah, right!". And so, we get the Final Confrontation as the two of them draw swords and spend about a week posing with them while Alisha makes a succession of ever-more amusing faces for our amusement. And three quick swordthrusts later, it's over. To avoid spoilers, I won't tell you who wins.

    Fakers!/And we out.: Anyway, once Head Ninja Guy dies... oops, sorry... two of the Marines leap up, completely untouched. Nice work lying there playing dead for the last ten minutes, guys. Alisha acts at acting pleased, there's a way too long post-battle wrap-up and we're done. Yeah, I'm sick of reviewing this film... nice of you to notice.

    Skeeters' Summary: Cheap, dumb 80's action flick. Not a lot for action fans, and not bad enough for stupid movie fans. Just kinda there. About what I was expecting, really. Lucky I hired a couple of other flicks this week. Mr. Pyun, do your worst. I dare you.





    Onwards!

    Y'know, for most action stars, their early films are the best ones. Young, thin Stephen Seagal’s films. Commando. Die Hard as oopposed to Striking Distance. But when your early film is helmed by the infamous Albert Pyun, somehow I'm thinking it's got a good chance of bucking the trend. But, let's keep an open mind as we check out...

  • CYBORG

    Previews! Let's see, we've got John Candy in Who's Harry Crumb?, Matt Dillion in Kansas, Julian Sands (What the hell happened to him?) in Warlock and a bunch of nobodies-in-particulars in what I first took to be the awful Where the Boys Are remake from 1984. It was instead Shag. Looked like the same film, really.

    Cannon Films! What, again? Man, I know how to pick them, huh? It's The Future, according to an introductionary voice-over. Usual sort of thing, war, death, misery and plague...but hey, scientists are devloping a cure. Too bad whoever was doing the voice-over considered that a bad thing.

    Flea Markets... of the FUTURE! Man, they really need to un-clutter this future. We open with a couple getting persued through the debris of NYC (in slow-mo, no less) by a motley group on Badguy-Types. The chick takes off, as her male companion tries to hold off their attackers. He does a less than stellar job of it, getting the crap kicked out of him. (How embarrassing must it be to be beaten up by a guy dressed as a battery hen... lose the feathers, dude.) In a nice piece of Pyun-ish editing, one of the badguys, a huge dude with no shirt, is seen walking toward the fight, then appears to stop and back up so he can join a large group of thugs doing a Right Stuff slow-mo stride to camera.

    Enter Voice-Over Guy! That'll be the rather monotonic leader of the street gang. Nice to see chainmail is back in. He wants to own the Cure, so as to make himself "a God", apparently. He ventilates the guys throat, and we fade through flames to the credits. Well, this plot would fit on a matchbook with room to spare. Hey, there's Golan and Globus! Those guys must have been produced a crapfest a week at their peak.

    Chase me! Post-credits, the gang goes after the chick again, aided immensley by her flame-red jumpsuit. Maybe she's a Superninja in her spare time? There's a sudden shot of a gang member getting kick-boxed into unconciousness. Hey, it's a cameo by Jean-Claude van Dammes' leg! (Although the editing did make me wonder how the girl managed to kick the dude while running away.) Two goons manage to corner the girl in an alleyway, which Jean-Claude apparently has the ability to see into... man, he's got X-Ray Vision.. OF THE FUTURE!

    Who Are You? Well, according to JCv-D's acting ability his first line displayed, it's actually Daniel Bernhardt! The girl (Who now appears to be a Cyborg, due to some computer graphics in her eyeball and a stop-motion clockwork hairdo) needs to get back to Atlanta. I guess she has a plane to catch. The gangs show up, blasting JCv-D (aka "The Slinger") through a door. Monotonic Badguy (MB until the movie tells us his name) takes possesion of the Cyborg Chick. (CC, until further notice) And we fade to that night.

    Early Flashback? Okay, I'm wrong... it looked like we were about to fade into a flashback, but it was just a confusing edit between The Slinger re-hearing CC's dialogue and MB attacking a random couple's wedding. (Possibly to steal their boat, possibly just because there's been no violence on-screen for eight seconds.) MB seems to like talking like a pirate, incidently. (Sure, everone calls the thugs "Pirates", but ease on on the "Mates", Jim lad.) The Slinger shows up at the scene of the attack that night and incapactitates a random someone.

    Care of Your Weapons Demonstration Gosh, this following scene where The Slinger sharpens his knife is fascinating. Fascinatingly long, that is. Wait, now we ARE in a flashback. I think. Pony-tailed Slinger is suddenly "gedding people outtada ciddy" (his words, not mine), escorting a group of kids whos parents are dead. There's some indications that MB gets involved, bringing pain to a child. Well, that''s just mean! Hopefully we'll find out what this was all about before the end of the flick. But I have my doubts.

    Atlanta, the lost contintent!: Random chick wakes up, and apparently even she's heard the plot. The Slinger repeats "Atlanta" like it's some sort of futuristic Mecca. The pair chat for a second, allowing me to make a comparison between their equally-poofy 80's haircuts. (She wins, but only by a fraction.)

    The Odd Couple The Slinger and the Random Chick (RC for the moment... oh, and Albert, would a couple of NAMES be too much to ask for?) hook up, presumably to rescue CC. Or something. Fuck, I have no idea, and I doubt Albert did either. A rest stop seems to send The Slinger into a coma, but it's just another brief flashback. It now appears that The Slinger is after "Fender", who I'll assume is the Monotonic Badguy. Although he might just be after a bitchin' guitar.

    CNN.. of the FUTURE!: Man, no matter how munted the future is, there's always someone who can tell you exactly where Fender is and what he's doing. That's lucky, or the plot would just sputter out. We're into our third Flashback, with The Slinger giving up... uh, Slinging... to stay with the Southern chick and her siblings. We head to a...

    Random Unconnected Scene And just so you know, I think I'm going to copy-and-paste that quite a bit in this review. There's an equally-pointless shot on board the boat, before we head to...

    The Wasteland Which is helpfully signposted "The Wasteland". Which seems as pointless as streetsigns in the Sahara, but let's just smile and nod. Actually, the Wasteland appears to be a rather pleasant forest. Maybe the definition of Wasteland has been altered in the future. There appears to be a lively paintball game going n out in the woods, so The Slinger bails. RC stands around for a second, then a jump-cut sees her go from 0-40 in about one second. She takes refuge in an abandoned building (Where did THAT come from?) as The Slinger begins killing people randomly. The building happens to be the Unexplainable Badguys hideout, as evidenced by the ones who rappel down from the upper levels. Man, they're prepare for everything, huh? They swiftly take RC hostage, but The Slinger has magically teleported to the building, too. Commence your kickboxing! (If we're lucky, that is.)

    Lucky? I should be so lucky... Yeah, there's a little kickboxing, but it a random mish-mish of confusing eidts. (Pretty much the story of the flick, really.) For those keeping score, there's more testicular abuse in the fight scene than normal, including one guy who gets them abused TWICE, plaus a knife in the back. Bad day at the office for that guy.

    Random Unconnected (Nude) Scene Hang on, weren't they just in the forest? Now they're on a beach? Man, geography (Of the FUTURE) is confusing.Well, it does allow RC a quick piece of full back-al nudity as she takes a dip. She runs like a girl, by the way.

    Flashback-ette Geez, don't ask him about Fender? It keeps triggering one-second flashbacks. Hey, we've shared our feeling for nine seconds. That's long enough for a Boobie Shot! Aww, he's too much of a nice guy to go for the Random Gratuitous Sex Scene. Annnnd... cue the flashbacking! So he hooked up with the Southern Chick, huh? Good, good... and for some reason, Fender showed up to perve at them... keep it going, we might actually finish the Flashbak a this rate... CRAP! Instead we see a sweaty Slinger wake up abrubtly.

    Apocolypse Fender! In the morning, Fenders' riverboat cruises past. Cue a long, extraordinaryily dark shot of... something. I THINK it's Cyborg Chick below decks, but it's hard to tell. Okay, yeah it's her. And.. GOD-DAMN! Now she's flashbacking! Well, at least we learnt her name... "Pearl". (At least it was before her Cyborg-ing, that is.)

    Ambush! The Slinger and RC catch up with Fenders' boat at an abandonded factory. Ahh, there's a surprise... nothing says "Dystopian Future" like an old, rusting industrial complex. Fender spots them coming, everybody splits up and it's about four seconds before RC wanders into danger. Meanwhile, The Slinger starts the game of cat-and-mouse, only to be confronted by a knife-twirling pirate. Hey, the guy brought a knife to a gunfight! So why are you putting away your gun, moron? Sheesh, some guys HAVE to do things the hard way, huh? And so a slow-mo fight scene breaks out between The Slnger and the Amazing Chicken Boy. JCv-D gets to do his famous straight-legged split kicks, but basically gets his butt kicked. He makes a break, shoots some people, spots Fender and puts on his angry face. Random pirates attack!

    Hey, he beat up Animal! Never recruit Muppets for your futuristic pirate gang. They're not very effective. The distraction allows Fender to shoot The Slinger in the arm, wounding him so badly he has another flashback. Oops, looks like Southern Girls little sister grew up and joined Fenders gang. Oddly, she gets a name in the flashback, Haley, even though barely anyone else in the film has yet. The Slinger tosses a knife and runs like a rabbit, doubling back to take out Pearls two guards. (Which seems a little light, seeing as Fender appears to have about forty guys working for him.) Pearl basically emasculates The Slinger, refusing to go with him because he's "Not strong enough" to protect her. Ouch. Make up your mind, woman. So instead he takes the unconcious Random Chick and bails via the sewers. In slow-mo. This whole film feels like it's in slow-mo.

    Pitch-black Persuit Several pirates follow The Slinger into the drain, resulting in a sucession of under-lit scenes. You'll be glad to know they escape, however, "I guess I should have stayed put" Random Chick says afterwards. Well, as you were captured approximatley three feet from where the Slinger left you, it probably wouldn't have changed much.

    Run like the wind! (And like a girl) Man, The Slingers' running style is even MORE girly than Random Chicks! The chase is intercut with extra pirates craling out of the manhole, so apparently we're going to pad the film with an individual shot of everyone in the film. Finally though, Chicken Boy catches up with The Slinger in a swamp. (What the fuck part of the country is this? Albert Pyuns' blatant disregard for basic geography, as seen in Knights comes back to bite me in the ass again!) A knife-fight breaks out, although neither man seems to have the ability to even get their blade within five feet of each other. Meanwhile, RC is attacked by..

    Her identical twin? Guess these two went to the same Hairdresser... of the FUTURE! Shrieking Harpy Chick gets taken out in the typical blaze of Random Unconnected Shots that make up an Albert Pyun action sequence. (And frankly, I'm about to take out a court order banning Al from ever using slow-mo again.) The Slinger gets the upper hand on Chicken Boy, only to be back-jumped by another pirate, who INSTANTLY carries him to... a sandy patch? In a swamp? Is this even the same fight scene? Stuff happens. Pirates run up. The Slinger gets knocked down, but doesn't get up again. There's now the remains of a beached sailing ship in the background. My brain just handed in its notice and took a vacation. Apparently he thinks I won't need him for the rest of the film. They're back on the beach now! Fender starts pummeling The Slinger. Fender punches once and they foley in two impacts. It's not even lunch time and I really need a beer. Maybe two.

    Villian Rule Number 1! That's "Never just shoot the Hero"... Fender ties The Slinger to the mast of the beached ship instead. Yeah, that'll work, dude. Especially since Random Chick is presumably still alive. The Slinger shares a significant look with Haley before she runs off. Another flashback, this time to ones we've already had. They had better show us what actually happened in the end, or I'm going to be very ratty about watching the same footage repeatedly. Wait, we might be getting to the point at long last. Looks like Fender made Haley torture herself with barbed wire while trying to prevent her family and The Slinger from falling to their deaths in a well. She failed. How this led to her joining Fenders' gang, well, beats the hell out of me. Anyhoo, this is intercut with The Slinger managing to kick down the mast, just in time to be rescued by Random Chick. Yay.

    Random Unconnected Scene Well, if it gets us to the end of the film, whatever.

    Atlanta City Limits! Which are apparently in the woods, although the random burning cars must be some sort of border marker. Do you think the city officials pop out there every day and torch a car, or was this just the result of bad drivers in Pintos... of the FUTURE? Our first matte-painting shot of Atlanta shows that it's a ragged, blasted ruin. Kind of like modern-day Detroit, I hear. (And it has its' own Perpetual Ominous Thunderstorm, too!) Suddenly it's night, and The Slinger has somehow gotten ahead of the pirates. He gives away his location right off the bat by firing an arrow at Fenders feet. Okay, WHERE did he get the bow? He hasn't carried one around with him, and I doubt many sporting goods stores are open in a war-devestated Atlanta. Especially at this hour. He immediately ditches the bow and goes for his knife. Just shoot him, dumbfucks...

    Cyborg: The Confrontation! And so another badly-edited knife-fight breaks out. Once again there's a chick to throw down with RC, this time Haley. (I think... it's kinda dark and difficult to tell.) People catch fire, things blow up, Haley (I think) is actually getting ready to fight The Slinger, staredown, staredown, staredown... Fuck, this editing is killing me here. No. it's not Haley, it's Fender about to fight The Slinger. Ahh, Haleys' just watching the rumble, with lots of closeups. I assume she'll help The Slinger win. Or at least just starting crying "Stop it!" like a petulant seven-year-old until she's nearly stabbed by Fender . Everybodys' dialogue devolves into "YAAAGH!", "NYUUUGH!", and "GAHHHHH!" as the kicking and punching continues. (Although that has been the only lines given to the minor pirates throught the flick. Screenwriting for Albert Pyun must be a breeze.)

    Two Minutes of Idiocy Later... Fender finally goes down after much "AGHHHHHH"-ing, coutesy of a knife (his) in the gut. Haley simpers on The Slingers' shoulder and...

    Robo-Fender ...He pops back up like Jason. Shoulda seen that coming. They duke it out in a building that's nearly pitch-black, save for the... you guessed it... light coming in through a moving industrial fan. Of the Future. The Slinger manages to re-break Fenders previously-broken arm, and either impales him on something, or Fender just winds down. ("AGGGGGGGggggggghhhhhhhh......") Anyway, the plinky-plonky score does seems to indicate he's finally dead. Haley seems to have gotten killed at some stage in the proceedings, but I'm buggered if I know how.

    We're nearly there... The film's winding down, as Pearl arrives back at her base... and we finally learn The Slingers name... Gibson. Gibson vs Fender? Sheesh. (Future Skeeter: In fact, the credits list most of the cast as having names derived from guitar and amplifier brands... "Fender Tremolo", "Marshall Strat". Which would have been interesting if anyone actually, I don't know, SPOKE the names during the film.) And less than a minute later, we're done.


    Skeeters' Summary: Awful fight scenes, non-existant plot and guttural vowel sounds instead of dialogue. Albert Pyun, you're off my Christmas Card list. Again. Don't bother, unless you're a Jean-Claude van Damme completist, or a schmuck like me who reviews dreck like this. And even then, I'd think twice about it.

    Monday, April 10, 2006

    SPECIAL EVENT: Skeeters Video Fortnight

    The summer of 2004-2005 has been a bugger down here in New Zealand. Pelting rain, hailstorms, high winds and winter-like cold. So what am I doing during the consistently first week of good weather? I'm inside, watching movies, of course.

    In fact, I'm on a Cheap-Ass Video Week. Thanks to Five-Flicks-for-Five-Bucks voucher, I've picked up a couple of films I've been meaning to see, one I've been intrigued by, and two that'll I probably get a few unintended laughs out of. So, let's get a few brief thoughts about my viewing choices, shall we?

    Movie 1: Series 7

    I'd heard a lot about this movie in the last year or so. It's a low-budget satire of reality TV, based on a Government-sanctioned TV show where randomly-chosen (?) citizens are picked to hunt each other down. (In effect, a Running Man-style plot, only seen from the other side of the camera lens.) There's probably dozens of on-line reviews of this film, so I won't bother with the details. Instead, here are my thoughts on the positive/negative aspects of the film.

    Positives:

    Solid Acting: Good performances all round from the core cast, especially with the off-beat subject material.

    Excellent Parody of the Subject: This film truly captured the felling that you were really watching a Reality Show. (Especially during the wonderfully cheesy Bullshit Emotional Sequences.) On the small screen, these positives did veer into the negatives at times, though. Mainly because I became a little complacent, almost forgetting I was watching a movie. I laughed my ass off when the script suddenly became nothing but lines cribbed directly from "Worlds Wildest Police Chases", though... where was Sgt John Brunnell when we needed him?)

    Some Good Black Humour: Ever watched a teenage temper tantrum end with a knifing? It's here, baby.


    The Negatives:

    Backstory?:
    We really had very little background on a society that condones on-air murder. (Which is appropriate, I suppose, as the "Show" is obviously meant to be seen as edited in a way that makes Fox News accuse them of being a shade biased.

    Not Enough Franklin: Franklin James, the "Bat-shit Crazy" Conspiracy Theorist was one of the most interesting characters to me. The fact he's on the show makes me believe he was one of the few who actually DOES know the full story behind the show. Sadly, his screen-time was severely limited, and just as he starts to fill us in on his theory, he gets his ticket punched. Once again, in the context of the film, it's appropriate. (As anything he said on-air would surely have been edited out by the Oppressive, Yet Never-Mentioned Powers-That-Be.)

    Skeeters Summary: Not bad. Not as good as I was expecting, but not bad.

    Movie 2: The Living Dead Girl

    This was the "intrigued" selection. Distributed by "Redemption Video", it caught my eye with its rear cover photo. (Showing the main character, dripping blood from her mouth and concealed with a badly airbrushed bikini... well, it's a French film from the late 60's, so there was bound the be full-frontal nudity at some stage, right?) I figured it was a vampire movie, and decided to give it a whirl.

    Well, it's not a vampire flick. It's a zombie film... kind of. I think. The major problem with this film is... it's just too damn... French. Instead of explaining WHY our Doped-Looking Heroine had come back from the dead (Or DID she? Beats me...), the director insisted on being Mr. Artsy Fartsy. Which is fine, but when the plot is "Woman (possibly) returns from the dead, kills people with her over-long fingernails and eats them", we could probably have dispensed with the pretentiousness, yeah? I did learn a few things from this film, though.

  • French Cinematic Toxic Waste is as versatile as American Cinematic Toxic Waste. Kills living people, brings dead people back to life.

  • If you want your actors to pretend a barrel is really heavy, perhaps you should fill it with water or something. It kind of destroys the illusion when the barrel rolls like, well, a really light thing.

  • Third-degree facial burns are instantly fatal.

  • Bright red paint and blood are virtually identical. Not.

  • Editing a film coherently is a skill. Hiring someone with that skill was apparently optional in France in '68.

  • Adding an American may help your film sell in the States. Actually giving him something useful to do besides complain, whine, deny the obvious and eventually get a battle-axe haircut is also a good idea.

  • Real Estate agents who "Test the Furniture" with their boyfriends are probably not going to see out the flick.

  • French dance music kinda sucked in '68.

  • Zombies eating someone alive: Good Visual. Zombie eating someone alive for three-four minutes while the victim screams incessantly: Slight Overkill.

  • Y'know, an ending would have been nice.

    Skeeters Summary: Look, either do an Art Film, or a Gore Film. Don't be wishy-washy, dude. Neeh.

    Movie 3: The Blair Witch Project

    Well, the hype that turned this into a massive worldwide hit and made several student film-makers exceedingly rich is long gone. And so I was able to watch this film on its own merits. Both of them, in fact.

    1) It's realistically shot.
    2) It has an eerie final shot.

    Unfortunately, the rest of the film is simply a zero-budget student film with an improvised script. Improvised scripts can be a killer, in the wrong hands. This one quickly became a near-endless series of profanity, along with a near-endless argument about "The Map". (I capitalised the words, as we hear them more often than anything else in the film. In fact, you could conceivably re-market this as "The Blair Map Project", without changing a single frame.) Add to this a ridiculous plot-twist (Involving the Map, of course.) that comes sailing out of left field, almost as if he actor was as desperate as me to hear something new and ad-libbed at random. And the major flaw of this horror flick?

    It ain't that scary. The legendary Blair Witch’s' tactics involve many things. Origami, native handicrafts, sound effects. But a small pile of rocks is hardly spine-chilling terror in my opinion. In fact, the most effective scenes for me were often the ones shot in complete darkness. Which would be good if this was a radio play. Too bad film is an intrinsically visual medium.

    Plus, the motion-sickness camera didn't help. One of the "scary gifts" was what appeared to be a bundle of twigs wrapped around a blood-soaked scrap of t-shirt. But as the camera wavered all over the show, never centring on the object for a second, my wife snapped "Hold the bloody thing still!" in frustration... and she'd only arrived home to watch the last 45 minutes of the film.

    Skeeters Summary: Great marketing. Average film.

    Movie 4: American Ninja

    Ahh, Golan-Globus Productions... we meet again, at last. Well, I sat through [B]Breakdance[/B] recently, I can handle a rushed-to-production ninja flick. Pretty laughable, this one, with a plot that just makes less sense the more you think about it. To sum up, our Hero ("Joe") is a U.S soldier with no memory, no past, and, since he's played by Michael Dudikoff, no discernable personality. He rescues his Colonels unbearably bitchy daughter from an attack by a group I dubbed "The Podgy Militia", who manage to violate Ken Beggs Rule of Guns in fine style. (Those things actually work best if you DON'T hold them 1/16th of an inch from your targets head.) In the midst of the fistfighting, a group of extremely-lost ninjas show up, and any sense of logic gets tossed out the window. (Unless ninjas are routinely sighted in what appears to be the Philippines.) I actually took a page of notes, intending this to be a full-length review. Instead, I'll just list the things that I'll remember from the flick.

  • Ultra-Bitchy Daughter mouths off to a Rebel armed with a machine gun and DOESN'T get her damn fool head blown off.
  • Ninjas able to bounce around on a truck like it's loaded with a consignment of trampolines.
  • "Joe" able to ninjitsu armed men to death without any one of them thinking to, y'know, fire the guns they're holding.
  • My Pun Circuits going into overdrive as Joe Tool-Fu's guys to death. "You're screwed! See ya, Jack! He's barred!".
  • 80's film-makers were not above using "Film-Run-in-Reverse-to-Make-Ninja-Jump-Backwards" trick.
  • Bitchy Daughter becomes instant love interest, rather than getting a well-deserved slap in the mouth. My note read "Oh, fuck off!".
  • The wide variety of VERY non-regulation haircuts among the soldiers.'
  • The "WWII Japanese soldier not realising war is over" sub-plot.
  • Why was the Japanese ex-soldier wearing a Chinese coolie hat.
  • The sudden outbreaks of Ninja Gymnastics.
  • Red Ninja! Blue Ninja! Yellow Ninja!
  • For bad guys, Inspired Leadership always seems to involve snapping some guys neck during a training bout.
  • The best way to avoid a court-martial is to have a Commanding Officer who's as corrupt as a Bolivian politician.
  • For good guys, Inspired Leadership always seems to involve a brief brawl, followed by a manly handshake.
  • The fact that pretty much everyone in the U.S Srmy is corrupt, incompetant, or both.
  • Shadow Ninjas!
  • The character of Johnson, or as I called him, "Rambro". Yes, you’re ripped. I still think you should be on a charge for your improper uniform standards, pal.
  • Crashing cars always explode in a huge fireball, even after trundling slowly down a 20 degree slope and tapping a tree lightly.
  • The bad guys lack of survival instincts. Standing and watching as ninjas fight, instead of escaping in your nearby helicopter, seemed a bad strategy.
  • That ninja strategy is just as bad. Attack him one at a time, men! By the way, did any one you bring a gun? Nope? Good, just charge in and get killed, then.
  • Ninja Magic just gets you killed in the end.
  • Ninjas will ALWAYS run through swinging obstacles, even when they could save a hell of a lot of time but running AROUND said obstacles.
  • Toy helicopters never really look convincing when they explode.


    Skeeters Summary: No boobs, no blood. I feel cheated. Mindless fun, though.

    Movie 5: The Punisher

    Dolph Lundgren, actor.

    I can barely type that with a straight face. (In fact, my spellchecker advised me to "consider revising" that statement.) I hired this as a comparison to the recent remake. God-DAMN, did it suck a mountain of suck the size of Mt. Saint Suckmore. Insanely, pontlessly violent, a script so thin you could read a paper through it, and Dolph in the lead role. (Even though he did vanish from the screen for large chunks of the film.) Poor old Lou Gosset, Jr. From Oscar winner to Mr. Monotone's second banana. What the hell happened there?

    I'm not venturing on a lengthy review, due in part to a VERY degraded tape that turned large parts of the film into an overexposed wobble-fest. (Stupid videotapes got thinner and cheaper as the years went by... I've seen early 80's-era tapes that have held up better than late 90's ones.) But, here's a brief summing up.

    Crap.

    Brief enough for you?

    I never read the Punisher comic... but I can imagine how badly the fanboys took this film. Imagine if MY comic hero had been played by a monotonic semi-actor, had the premise mutilated, and the heart and should of the comic ripped out in bleeding chunks...

    Oh, wait, I'm describing Judge Dredd, aren't I? I empathise completely, Punisher fans.

    Skeeters Summary: If the guilty are punished, the producers of this film should be on bread and water to this day.

    Well, that should have been it right there. Instead, Video Week became Video Fortnight, thanks to a newly opened video store and another "5 DVD's for 5 Bucks" coupon. I refreshed myself between crap with Family Guy: Season 1 and Billy Connelly, Live in Dublin. Then, back into the B-grade I charged.

    I'm a schmuck.

    Movie 6: Beyond Re-Animator

    I loved Re-Animator. I even loved Bride of Re-Animator, even though it's been years since I last saw it, and might hate it now. (Internal Memo: Look for THAT film next time I'm at the video store.) This much-belated sequel? Hadn't heard much about it, decided to complete the "trilogy". ("Trilogy" in the loosest possible sense of the word, of course.) What did I think of it?

    Well, let's lay the cards on the table. There's a ton of reasons I could have hated this flick.

    In no particular order:

  • The bollixed time-frame. I'm SURE the first two flicks were set in at least the 40's or 50's, if not earlier, although that may be my fading synapses lying to me. (See Internal Memo above.) This one's set squarely in the modern day, which kind of negates the whole "Gothic Horror" thing.
  • The rather one-note performace from Jeffery Combs as Dr. Herbert West. I'm aware he's played this role twice before, and should know better than I how best to approach it. However, he firmly maintains just one expression in the film, that of tight-lipped disdain for his fellow man. I did get one genuine laugh from his straight-faced "Interesting" line. He needed a few more reaction shots like that, I feel.
  • The horrendous score. It started with "We're hoping Bernard Hermann doesn't get re-animated, because he'll come looking for revenge" music, an almost note-for-note steal from Pyscho. (Shrieking violins included.) Then segued into a less blatant rip-off, but one with what sounded like badly-placed amplifier feedback, which rapidly became annoying as all get out.
  • The thrown-in-for-no-reason boobie shot.
  • The disappointing lack of gore. (On the DVD, the director Brian Yuzna informs us it was a concious descion, wanting more horror and less blood. Which brings me to my next point...)
  • It isn't scary.
  • The leading lady and her mysterious floating accent. Looking at the cheap-ish production, I was expecting a crew list full of people named "...ov", but this film was NOT in fact shot in Bulgaria. Instead, it was lensed in Valencia, Spain. And apart from the two leading men, pretty much every actor was Spanish, speaking their dialogue in English. The female lead's name sounded European, though. As the film started, she affected a passable American accent, but as the film progressed, it gradually floated East, becoming more Hungarian-sounding (I think,at least... Bela Lugosi is my only linguistic guide.) by the scene. By the end, I was begging her to yell "Pull der schtring!". Most distracting.
  • Logic, Coherant Plotting and Why You Don't Need Either: An Essay. My wife wandered in and watched a few minutes of the flick around the 65 minute mark. "This looks like crap." she noted. I was quick to leap to the films defense with "Yeah, I think the thing just choked on it's own stupidity.". Okay, not so much a defense as a summing up for the prosecution. Idiotic characters doing idiotic things, for idiotic reasons. Mad scientist accidently caused the death of your sister? Makes perfect sense to find him 13 years later and help him create more mayhem. (I originally thought the Young Doctor might have kept his sister on ice somewhere, and was looking to make Dr. West jump-start her. (Which would have been idiotic, but no more than the plot they actually used.) Find a massive syringe full of neon green liquid? Inject yourself! (Even REAL junkies might balk at that.)
  • Fake-looking CGI Torso-Man! (See Braindead (AKA Dead Alive) for how a REAL living torso should look.)
  • Fake-Looking CGI Torso-Mans' "George of the Jungle"-like swinging ability. Where the hell was he getting the leverage from? (Also applies to his ability to leap 20 feet across the room and choke someone.)
  • Overacting that made Fatty Arbuckle look like the model of restraint.
  • Zombie Attacks that could only be effective if everyone in the film was an idiot.
  • Everyone in the film was an idiot.
  • The fakest-looking rubber weiner in movie history. (Okay, it's a slim field, but it was ridiculously rubber-looking.)

    So, that's the reasons I should have hated it. But in the end...

    Skeeters Summary: Yeah, I hated it. The only bit I actually liked came in the end credits, a brief "gag reel" fight between an animated schlong and a rat. Apart from that, let us never speak of this piece of crap again.


    Movie 7: Ju-On: The Grudge

    This was an unexpected one, as I watched it over at my father-in-laws place after dinner. (I returned the favour by showing him Head. Japnese horror and The Monkees... what a combo.) I didn't have a lot of previous experience with Japanese horror films, even though I've been meaning to dig up Ringu for some time now. After seeing this one, I'm wondering if I might give it a miss.

    No, it's not that I didn't like it. It's just I've heard Ringu is scarier. And Ju-On is scarier than a barrelful of undead monkeys. Scarier than a Tom Green film festival. Scarier than Paris Hilton without forty pounds of makeup. You get the idea. (And after TWICE writing "This isn't scary" in these reviews, this was a welcome breath of fresh air. Or, putrid stinking air, if you prefer. It is a horror movie, after all.)

    The only quibble I had with the flick was its narrative structure, a very Pulp Fiction "Wait, is this BEFORE that last scene or AFTER?" style of film. I usually have no problem with this, but this film had its' own unique complication.

    I couldn't tell two of the actresses apart. Yep, it's a cliche that all Asian paople look alike to Westerners, and propbably the reverse is true... but there's a reason it became a cliche, after all. (And this coming from a man who's dealt baccarat and spent six years as a tour guide at the Auckland Skytower... I occasionally feel like I've met every Japanese person who has walked the face of the Earth. And more than once I've started to say the words "Back again?" before realising it's not the guy I sold a ticket to an hour ago.)

    But apart from that, this was a really good pychological thriller. Unlike 98.8% of Hollywood horrors, there was almost no blood until the last few minutes, no ominous thunderstorms or spring-loaded domestic animals for cheap scares. Just an unrelenting sense of creepyness and tension, some remarkably subtle scare tactics, and some of the most disturbing, hackle-raising sound effects I've ever heard.

    Now, is it worth going to see the remake? I have a sneaking suspicion I might be wisest not too. Just call it a hunch.

    Skeeters' Summary: When I arrived home afterwards, I was alone in the house for an hour. I didn't venture into the bedroom (Down the short, but darkened hallway) to close the curtains until my wife came home. Now THAT'S a scary movie! Two lightly blood-stained thumbs up!

    Movie 8: A Mighty Wind

    I rounded out the video binge with one movie chosen on the strength of it's ancestry. A Mighty Wind is of course the from the "folks" (Ba-doom-ching!) who brought you Spinal Tap. Centering around a reunion concert featuring three folk music groups, I found plenty to like in the film. It's not as consistantly funny as Spinal Tap, although I was amazed at how many simple, almost throwaway, scene-ending lines had me laughing.

    It's also an excellent musical, with most of the songs sounding incredibly authentic. They're a parody, of course, but it's an affectionate parody, a parody you can hum along to. The central ballad "A Kiss at the End of the Rainbow" is good enough to get stuck in your head for days afterwards, the title track a perfectly straight folk song with a hilarious final line that had me snorting coffee out my nose.

    Skeeters' Summary: Plenty of laughs, and toe-tapping music. All in all, a good end to proceedings.

    And so, my marathon o' movies was at an end. I could drop off the discs, head home, rest up and think about maybe getting some sun.

    Then of course, I grabbed It's Alive and It Lives Again on the way out the door. I'm a schmuck.

    FILM OF THE FORTNIGHT: Ju-On: The Grudge.

    FLUB OF THE FORTNIGHT: Beyond Re-Animator.
  • REVIEW: Gone in Sixty Seconds (1974)

    Two years or so ago, the B-Movie Board held one of it's periodic Movie Swap challenges. The premise was simple. You were designated a partner, and got to choose a movie for them to view and review. My victim... sorry, happy recipient... was Son of Spam. The flick I chose for him? The original

    Gone in Sixty Seconds.

    He still hasn't forgiven me.

    And so, in a gesture of peace and reconciliation, I'm now about to embark on a Skeeter Double Feature. Three hours of squealing tyres, twisted metal, cringe-inducing dialogue and eye-maiming fashion mistakes. The H.B Halicki masterworks that are Gone in Sixty Seconds and The Junkman. I'll probably only review the first flick, unless I get really, REALY inspired though. (How many ways can I say "A car crashes. Boom."?)

    Buckle up... it's time to head out on the highway.

    The Highway to Hell, if Son of Spam is to be believed.

    GONE IN 60 SECONDS (1974)

    Welcome to L.A, let's drive: We open (abrubtly) with driving footage. Guess you have to cater to your target audience. There's a little bit of scene-setting thanks to a helpful radio D.J as we watch from the drivers POV. (Giving me flashbacks to the opening scene of The Creeping Terror. The most interesting thing I noted about the shot was the fact that Our Presumed Hero has a real fetish for sunglasses... there's like, five pairs lined up on the dashboard. As we hear a brief snippet of the Gone in Sixty Seconds country-ish theme song, the creidts appear. (Including the writing, acting, producing and directing nods to H.B Halicki, of course.) One credit was fairly noteworthy.

    Starring "Eleanor": Just "Eleanor"? Eleanor who? Eleanor Rigby? Eleanor Roosevelt? It would become clear eventually, though. (Well, as clear as any plot point was in this film, anyway.)

    Off the tracks already: Our film proper begins with the sight of police investigating a derailed train. (And after watching news reports of train derailments in both England and Australia in the last week, that probably had a little more dramatic impact on me than it might have had previously.) Dialogue kind-of clues us in on one of the characters being an insurance investigator. Although it's not really obvious as to who it is, due to the movies recurring theme of over-dubbing the dialogue over the action, without a single closeup to point out who the hell is speaking at any given time. After a minute or two of confusing me, the film cuts to...

    Trashed Cars 'R' Us: I think this was some sort of police auction, but once again, it's difficult to tell. (H.B Halicki: Coherant Narrative Structure is my Flaming Albino Heffalump.) Someone, possibly one of the films characters, buys a dented-to-hell car, license plate 000-GAL. The Big Zoom on the plate informs us this is important. Somehow. If I sound slightly confused at this early stage, it's probably because... well, I am.

    Overdubbed Exposition: For the next few minutes, we watch a bunch of greasemonkeys in a garage, stripping down Triple-O Gal. (Great, I sound like I'm reviewing bad James Bond-Parody Porn.) We're informed that the garage buys trashed cars, then removes and the serial numbers, transferring them into stolen cars. Stolen BY the mechanics, in fact. Talk about cutting out the middleman. As the new car is re-assmbled, there's a long, slow zoom in on the 000-GAL plate. I guess it's still important. [B}The Beginners Guide to Grand Theft Auto: And so, we watch as a car is removed from a parking lot, well inside of sixty seconds. In fact, we watch so closely, I think I could potentially boost a motor myself. It's the Reefer Madness of car theft movies! Afterwards, we introduce...

    Senor Vila... um, where is he?: In another scene where the dialogue appears to have been lopped over random footage, we meet the mysterious Mr. Villa. Mysterious in a "Who the hell is he, and what is he doing in our movie?" kind of way. I THINK he's the out-of-focus guy in the bright jumpsuit during the unexpected "flying boat arrival" scene. Anyway, (I'm going to be using that word a LOT, I can tell.) he appears to be a "Mr Big" type, delivering a list of high-performance cars he wants our Kinda-Heroes to boost and deliver. Finally, we arrive at a scene in which the characters are actually visible while they deliver the dialogue. Including the major player, Maindrian Pace. (Played by H.B. Halicki himself, of course.) He also wrote the script, meaning we get to see him...

    Stumbling over his own dialogue!: Whoa, not one but TWO bungled lines in close sucession. Well, maybe he was going for a documentary-style approach to the film. Or more likely, just didn't have the time and budget for a re-shoot. Abrubtly, we cut to a wedding. And not just a wedding. it's a...

    Wedding of Exposition!: Try to picture this. Footage of a lavish wedding, with all our Felonious Mechanics as groomsmen. Now remove the sound normally associated with a wedding, and insert a huge chunk of expositionary dialog over the top. The effect is somewhat disconcerting. Especially when you take into account that it's a German-themed wedding. Leading to a rather sarcastic comment in my notes.

    German people ROCK!: Ahh, leiderhosen, silly dancing and huge beer steins. Two out of three of those things are not really my bag, y'know? Anyway, (Told ya.) the gist of the conversation tells us that the gang has to steal, strip and deliver better than 40 high-performance cars in three days. This leads to friction as the Blushing Groom is told to postpone his honeymoon and get back to the garage to help out. (Yeah, you'd think he'd have better things to tinker about with than cars for a while.)

    Pimpin' in the Park: After much wedding footage, we cut to a park. Here we see two people wandering around in clothes that would be terrifying, if Mr. Halicki hadn't decided to shoot the entire scene out-of-focus. As it is, they're only mildly horrific. The one I'm guessing is Maindrian looks like he's heading downtown to pimp his hos. (I was hoping they'd stop for a rest, letting me use the pun "Pimp-nic". No such luck, sadly.) This pointless scene over, we head out to LAX.

    No dialogue in the White Zone!: *sigh* First the film has me complaining about over-dubbed dialogue. Now they decide to record the dialogue while filming in the street outside an International Airport. With the one microphone seemingly placed in the neighbouring county. Great, it's a silent movie all of a sudden. (Although the sound of departing planes and the PA announcements come through loud and clear.) Using my lip-reading skills and extensive mime-training (Okay, not really.) I tried to make some sense of the scene. Basically, the crew see off the happy couple, then steal a few cars from right in front of the terminal. One of the lads makes a Car Thief Faux Pas, however, trying to steal a car with someone still in it. That's got to lose him points for style. About now I glanced at the video case. Hmmm, originally relased in 1984. Wait a second?

    This is the 80'S??!!: Huge afros, ties you could serve a three-course meal on, plaid pants you could play checkers on? Slight typo, Kineski Kult Video. Try 1974.

    Pumpkin: Maindrian s' main... well, something-or-other is introduced about here. Pumpkin is the only female member of the vehicular heist crew. There was also a female present in the park, but with Blur-O-Vision in full effect, it could have been anyone. There's a ton of yakity-yak as we pad out the running time a little. (Somehow neglecting to clue us in on one important detail... the fact that the cars are codenamed with girls names. This was made a hell of a lot clearer in the recent remake. Too bad the remake somehow re-made the film without ever realising it was a car-chase flick. One brief car chase in the dying minutes? A token effort, in my book.)

    CB's and Stock (Car) Footage: Yep, it's the 70's all right. More cars are jacked, although not until we've watched a bunch of midget cars sliding around the speedway. This scene does prove the fact that 1974 was...

    A very Goodyear: ...as we get a couple of shots of the Goodyear Blimp. In a funny bit, its scrolling sign is giving the stock-car fans a warning about locking their cars. (Or else it'll be "...gone in sixty seconds") Methinks Mr Halicki has friends in the blimping industry. (And as we all know, blimpin' ain't easy.)

    The Uglymooners: That night (Possibly, as the somewhat muddled storyline makes the timeline dificult to tie down.) we join a bickering married couple. (Man, even hair curlers were ugly in the 70's!) After a little marital screeching, hubby gets off his duff to kick the mutt out. And looking down his driveway, he notices that...

    They got Eleanor!: Yes, "Eleanor" is the codename for his car. (A canary-yellow '73 Ford Mustang) The outraged Mustang-owner quickly grabs the keys to his OTHER car and gives chase. (One reason this movie coulnd't have been made in a Communist country. USA! USA! Etc.) And our Big Chase begins... oh, wait, this is just a mini-chase to whet our appetite for the vehicular mayhem to come.

    Cops!: Bad boys, bad boys... whatca gonna do? Well, they're going to give chase, naturally enough. It's your typical late-night suburban chase scene. (As seen on every episode of "Worlds Scariest Police Chases vol I-XXIV".) There's some minor crashage as Mr. Uglymooner gets the right-of-way rules all screwed up. The cops quickly pull him over and slap the ol' wrist-jewelry on him, allowing our hero to...

    Doubleback again.: So that when the cops return to the house to check up on his "stolen" Mustang, it's parked back in rhe garage. The scene fades out after a shot of the guys oblivious wife. I think that was for Comedic Effect. Or something. We cut to the next morning, and get a way-too-close-closeup of Pumpkins'...

    B-52 Hair!: Now THAT's a 'do! There's primitive tribes that are probably still worshipping that hairstyle! Anyway, we stay with Pumpkin for a bit, as the gang steals limosines. (Through the tactic of ordering cars, then swiping them while the drivers look for their passengers.) This was obviously before the police could trace calls. (AKA: The Pre-Cellphone Era.) There's also another reason to try to forget the 1970's in this sequence.

    UGLY '70's Limos!: Well, thats chunky as hell, and that's a lovely shade of powder blue. And there's asomething that looks like a stretched hearse. Was there ANYTHING that wasn't a freaking eyesore between 1959 and 1990? Oh, that's right, there was. Christie Brinkley, circa 1987. Mmmmm. Unfortunately, this movie drags me kicking and screaming back to '74 with...

    Crochet Boobie Sacks?: Geez, that womans going to catch pnuemonia of the breasts in that ugly-fuck outfit!

    Tiger in your tank?: We pause for some comic relief as the token Black Mechanic tries to rip off a car from an exclusive club... only to find out the rich white lady has a young tiger in the backseat.(??) Geez, and I jump when a pitbull starts barking at me in the supermarket carpark. One quick Jesse Owens impression later, we move from the hilarity to...

    Car Theft for Dummies: Okay, someone get me a bent piece of metal, and a screwdriver... This movie has given me a new career path.

    Triple-O Gals' Last Ride!: Back at the ol' Ranch... okay, garage... there's a Drama brewing. It turns out the stripped-down stolen car we saw at the start of the flick has been spotted on a car lot. In kind of a boneheaded move for a professional car-theft ring, someone left the original license plate on the car. (Someone dock that guy a weeks illeagally untaxed pay!) But, never fear, Maindrian has a plan! Since it involves stealing the car with a towtruck under cover of broad daylight, I'm wondering whether they should have gone with Plan B.

    Stealth Truck: Hmm, either the sound went out again, or that guy has Whisper Mode on his vehicle. Meanwhile, a Security Guard arrives and tries to block the towtruck in. The Greasemonkey hits the gas and it's a...

    CHASE SCENE!: They try to up the ante on this chase. First off, its car vs.towtruck this time around. And secondly, 000-Gal is hitched to the back of the towtruck, careening all over the road as the driver corners. And thirdly, they start throwing in the Classic Chase Scene Staple Elements.

    Oil Barrel Cliche!: Well, it's not quite a fruit cart, but those empty oil drums sure go a'flying when you hit them, don't they? They continue on a-ways. (C'mon, YOU try reviewing a car chase! It'd be like reviewing the action in a Rambo movie. "Things blow up, go Boom".) Eventually the Security Guards' car comes to a sudden stop, courtesy of...

    More barrels!: As the left-in-the-dust flatfoot watches his quarry drive off, we get our first good look at him. My first thought was "Whoa, Randy Quaid lost weight!". But I'm sure the resembelance was just a wacky coincidence.

    Bye-bye, 000-GAL!: And so we watch as 000-GAL gets trashed and compacted at the local junkyard. So does this mean this film (Which is kind of like Petrolhead Pornography.) just turned into a Vehicular Snuff Film? At the very least this means that this plot cul-de-sac has been resolved and we can get back to the main business at hand. Eleanor is still proving difficult to aquire, despite the crew spotting yellow Mustangs all over the city. But suddenly, the plot (And that's a lose interpretation of the word.) gets rudely derailed by a Celebrity Cameo Appearance!

    Parnelli Jones!: WHO? I initally could only draw one conclusion about Parnelli.

    Mr. Jones is not an actor, I think.: Who's your drama coach, Linnea Quigley? EMOTE, dude! Once we move into Parnellis place of business, things become clearer... he's a race car driver. A real one. At this stage, we also got our first full-length shot of him.

    PLAIDelli!: Arrrgh! Baby Blue plaid flares? Screw you, 1974! After much banter between Parnelli (Who has had a car stolen) and "insurance investigator" Maindrian (Who stole it.), the cameo is over. I think the scene was supposed to be comic, but the lack of a wah-wah-wah score confused me. Either that or I was supposed to yell "It's Parnelli Jones, yeeha." and then flip the channel back to the NASCAR Left-Turn 500 while scarfing Cheetos. No, I'm not from America, thanks for asking. Our next vignette concerns...

    Lyle Waggoner and the Comic Relief Stoner: Okay, not exactly. In fact it's Lyle Waggoners' CAR and the comic Relief Stoner. Lyles car joins the MIA list for L.A's motor vehicles, while the Stoner gets about a minute to try to amuse us with his heart-warming "Got any reds?" catchphrase. Okay, your Sixty Seconds is up. You're Gone!

    Manta!: That note was subtitled 'Th' Hell", as a "Manta" was a bizarre-looking supercar that appeared to have been moulded out of plastic. (A full-sized Matchbox Car was my first impression.) One quick test-drive drive-off later, the Manta is secured. God, this is enthralling viewing. I mean it, I can hardly tear my eyes away from the screen... ooh, look, I found a fifty-cent piece under the sofa cushions!

    Junk in the Trunk In yet another barely-necessary plot twist, the gang boost a car with a trunk full of heroin. (Identified as such by the only black guy after one quick taste. Samuel L. Jacksons' character in Die Hard: With a Vengance would NOT be pleased.) There's a lively debate as the gang decides what to do with what's later described as "...a million dollars worth of heroin!". Or possibly, eleven dollars worth of high-grade flour. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Oh no, it's the pigs!

    Inopportune Raid! Sgt Hawkins: Man, isn't that just typical? The cops ALWAYS show up mere moments after I drop a huge bag of smack on the floor. I was fairly confused about this scene for a while, as all the mechanics greet Sgt. Hawkins like an old friend. I originally noted "Sgt. Hawkins, Dirty Cop." Then, as the greasemonkeys scramble to cover the pile of incriminating evidence, I scrubbed that out and wrote "Sgt Hawknis, Incompentant Cop". I mean, just because your'e busy with a car-theft crime wave, it doesn't make you incapable of spotting half a kilo of horse lying on the floor of a relativly clean garage. (Complete with plastic bag sticking out the top.) After the Sarge leaves, Maindrian kicks the rest of the crew out and decides how to best deal with the drugs. His solution?

    Viking Longcar?: Yes, it's a Buick Barbie! So long, one million dollars!

    Eleanors' a bitch!: Returning to our story in progress, the crew have assembled all the cars bar one. Eleanor remains at large, however. So it's time for a CHASE SC... oh, wait, no it's not. It's time for a...

    Musical Interlude: Oh, joy. Country music. My favourite. And we're going to get to listen to pretty much every single note of "Lois Lanes' Blues". (Which is NOT a blues song.) And what happens during this song? Well, what DOESN'T happen? (Action, that's what.) In fact, all that really happens is that Pumpkin smokes and Maindrian walks. I'm serious, it's three minutes of Maindrian walking along a row of cars, intercut with Pumpkin smoking while looking pensive. ("Pensive" is a synonym for "Bored", right?) Once again, the film confused me. At first I thought Maindrian was casing a garage, looking for an "Eleanor". (And taking his damn fool time about it, too!) And then the Manta hove into view. Ahh, so he's in his OWN garage, thinking about... things. In reality, it's actually a show-off shot, designed to showcase all the expensive cars at once. The Manta still looks like someone melted a yellow Lamborghini, though.

    Doublecross! After the semi-melodic twiddling that is "Lois Lane' Blues", we cut to one of the mechanics. (He's the one who wanted to sell the smack, and went ballistic when he found out it had been burnt. I'd call him "Sore Loser Guy", but as this is his final appearance in the film, there's not much point, really.) He's still pretty miffed about the whole affair, and vents by siccing the cops on Maindrian , letting them know about the final attempt to boost an Eleanor. And so the LAPD set up a...

    Rapid Stakeout!: Who knew you could arrange stakeouts on twenty minutes notice? Me neither. Regardless, a pair of undercover cops spot Maindrian enter a parking building. At least, I figured out at length it was Maindrian , as for some reason he pulls off this heist in a disguise. (And after nearly an hour of un-connected dialgue, I wasn't sure if the grey-haired guy with the porno moustache was just one of the other mechanics i'd fprgotten, or Our Hero with talc in his 'do.) Anway, (There's that word again.) he eventually emerges in a brand-new Mustang. Seconds before the car alarm he wasn't aware it had goes off. The cops call for backup, Maindrian sees them coming...

    AND WE'RE OFF!: It's time for the Money Sequence, folks! For the remaining forty minutes we're going to watch the Ultimate Chase Scene rip through five cities.. (Or what H.B. Halicki probably intended to be the Ultimate Chase Scene, anyway.) My remaining review could simply read "Screech. Crash. Vroom." But in the interests of completeness, I'll soldier on, listing the Major Events and Chase Scene Cliches as they come to hand. And the first event that happens is...

    Sofa!: What the HELL does that mean? I assume Maindrian hit a sofa, but why I added the emphatic exclamation mark is anyone's guess. Maybe it ran out in front of his car like a startled deer, or something.

    Dents go in, dents go out!: Maindrian dings his Mustang pretty early in the chase, and for the most part it's consistent in how much damage it's sustained. However, at the very start of the chase there's a huge rent in the car that appears and vanishes at will. I guess he carjacked Christine.

    Pre-anti lock brakes: We get a display of Synchronised Donut-Pulling as Maindrian and the cops swerve all over the damn place for awhile. Traction control was obviously a decade or so away, too. (Fishtail City, folks.)

    Sidewalk Cliche!: Well, if you dont want to get run down, stay off the sidewalk during the chase scene, pedestrians! As they burn rubber down the pavement, they meet L.A's...

    Crazy Old Lady!: She proceeds to bash each car as it passes with her umbrella. Well, glad someone's doing something proactive instead of just fleeing like a chicken. The chase suddenly seems to come to an unexpectedly quick ending as Maindrian is forced to...

    Park it in the Park: There's a tense-ish standoff as the cops pull their guns on Maindrian . (Yep, it's L.A, all right!) Luckily for our hero, the one pedrestrain blocking his exit loses his nerve and bails. And we're off again! About now we start cutting to on-the-street news reports and interviews. (Quick work by the press in those pre-cellphone days.) One witness tells the TV guy there was...

    20-30 cars? BS!: Way to count, two-eyes! At this stage, there's been three cars in the chase, tops. (A fact demonstrated by a wide shot showing all three cop cars at once.) It's about here that I started formulating a theory about the film. I'll sum it up at the end of the review. But anyway, throught the rest of the chase we'll be cutting back and forth, showing the consequences of the various crash-ees. Points for realism, but it did get a shade distracting after a while.

    Nose-to-tail-to-tail-to...: We celebrate the chase leaving one city by witnessing a multi-car fender-bender on a major bridge. That's going to cause a tailback.

    Car decap!: Remember that James Bond flick where Roger Moore keeps driving even after his car gets cut in half after a collision? Same here, except the car is (more logically) non-mobile after Maindrian bisects it. Also taken out are a couple taking the...

    Testdrive from hell!: "I changed my mind, honey, let's NOT buy what's left of this car."

    Reason for pursuit... Unknown.": This line was repeated twice during the film. You'd think the cops who initiated the chase might have reported the reason WHY at some stage. Then again, by this stage there's about 147 charges of dangerous driving that could be leveled against Maindrian . As the chase enters a construction zone, we meet for the first time a carload of...

    Bruthas! (But why?): This group of guys show up several times in the chase. At first, they seem totally unconnected to anything that's happening, and since their dialogue is B)Seemingly improvised, B) Constant overlapping each others and C) Seems to consist soley of the word "Man", their comedic(?) potential quickly faded.

    Driving in circles: The chase scene kind of stalls at this juncture, with endless shots of Eleanor and Co. doing wheelies in the dusty construction zone. Man, this is going to be a dull review if I dont speed things up. Okay, hold tight, I'm hitting Fast Forward Mode.

    Parked Car Abuse: DING!

    Unexpected Traffic Accident SCREECHTHUD!:

    Dumptruck Dodgems: BANGCLONGDING!

    Door-Ectomy Cliche!: "Don't open the d..."CRASH! "..oor."

    The Bruthas Return: "Yo man, great party last night, man. Man, that was great, man. Man."

    Fruit.. Uh, Shopping Cart Cliche: Well, it LOOKED like there was fruit in it, at least.

    All That buildup for that? : The Carload of Bros finally meets up with Maindrian ... and is instantly knocked off the road, hitting a parked car. Well, that was an anticlimax. Directly after comes one of the strangest moments of the film.

    We pause for a word from our sponser: Suddenly, we're at a building dedication in Carson City. The MC proceeds to do a quick Tourist Board-type advert for Carson City, even going so far as to quote it's economic figures at us.(!) Man, the things you have to do to get permission to crash cars in Carson City, huh? There's even a brief appearance by the (then) actual Mayor of Carson City. Maindrian barrels on by, and the whole incident is quickly forgotten. Onwards!

    Balsa wood Barrier Cliche!: SMASH! CLATTER!

    Caddy Demolition Derby!: CLANG! DENT!

    Showroom Showdown!: It finally looks as though it's all over for Maindrian , cornered in a caryard. (Who gets his sign on-screen for an extended shot AND a "Thanks To..." credit at the end.) It's curtains for our hero! There's no escape! There's... HOW DID HE ESCAPE? I'm serious, they just suddenly cut to him driving away from the previously-surrounded carlot. Continuity errors I can hadle. Blatant cheating pisses me off, I'm afraid. Just for that... and to save my sanity of trying to recap this flick... I'm cutting to the Big Finale.

    Slow-Mo Stuntage!/Eleanor II/The End, apparently: The HUGE STUNT OF SLOW-MOTION GLORY occurs as Maindrian happens on a major traffic accident. (Oddly, not one that he's caused himself. What are the odds of that?) Amazingly all four cars involved in the accident have arranged themselves across the road in single file. (Again, what are the odds?) Maindrian guns it, aiming for a car so compacted the driver would have had have been Billy Barty to avoid getting killed. I guess he collided with a mobile car-crusher. The resulting flying car is filmed from three different angles, and we watch 2 in slow-mo and one at full speed. I'm a litle underwhelmed, quite frankly. Good height, plenty of distance and a nice straight flight... but he really butchered the landing, hitting nose-down at a forty-degree angle. Ouch. The stunt driver's lucky his balls didn't end up halfway back inside his body from that impact. But at long last, this signals an end to the Ultimate Chase. Ditching the cops, Maindrian pulls a quick Eleanor-Switcheroo at a car wash. ("The 1973 Ford Mustang! Comes in any colour, so long as it's yellow!") As a middle-aged car-wash guy gets arrested in his place, Our Hero drives off past the Bruthas, whose car engine has comically(?) caught fire. And so we fade out. Eventually. After watching the Bruthas say things like "Oh, MANNNNN!" for like, an hour or two. (Or so it seemed at the time.)

    And so we dissolve to the credits and another country-tinged song. And in a moment of true professionalism, IT'S NOT LONG ENOUGH! It fades out, and the remaining few minutes of credits are in an eerie silnce. Mr Halicki, I slaute your bold, artistic statement on... uh, human futility and stuff.

    Skeeters Summary: I mentioned my theory on this film earlier. Basically, it states that H.B Halicki was aiming to create the Ultimate Chase Film. But along the way, limitations of his technical skill and budget kind of stifled his creative vision. Quite often the dialogue hinted at events that were bigger and more spectacular than we were actually witnessing. (The 20-30 cop cars, for instance. At the end of the chase, there was 20+ cars involved, but for the majority the number averaged around 5 at the most.) I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Halicki was a shade disappointed with the final product. (Resulting in his bigger, badder, crash-ier follow-up The Junkman, which was even billed on the video I hired as "Gone in Sixty Seconds II". Storywise, there's only a token resembelance, as H.B Halicki now plays not Maindrian, but the actual director of the first film. (Whoa, there's a stretch.) On the other hand, he followed his dream and got both films made. Kudos, dude. On the whole the movie delivered exactly what it promised. A slender plot, some amatuer-hour film-making, and shitloads of petrol-fueled action. At times it was confusing, irritating and laughable... but I think I got through it a lot easier than Son of Spam seemed to. Possibly due to the amount of mid-80's-early 90's "Turbo-Charged Travelogue" movies made in New Zealand I watched as a kid. (Goodbye Pork Pie, Never Say Die, Shaker Run etc.) Each of those films followed the formula of being a ninety-minute chase movie, designed to showcase of as much of New Zealands magnificant scenery as possible. Gone in Sixty Seconds was a bit of a flashback experience for me. Would I watch it again? Probably not. But if you're after some mindless escapism and really (I mean REALLY) like chase scenes, you could do a lot worse than checking it out. You could watch The Fast and the Furious instead. Now THERE'S an IQ-lowering flick if ever I saw one.

    REVIEW: Knights

    Man vs. Machine. Seemed a simple enough premise for a review roundtable. And so I trekked to the video store, intent on picking up Stephen Kings' ill-fated foray into the directors chair, Maximum Overdrive. I was to be denied, of course... the tape had been added to the $4.95 Ex-Rental Sale table and sold off to some Movie Masochist. (There's a another one in my suburb? We should meet for coffee and DTV crap sometime...) And so, I checked out the sci-fi shelves. I contemplated, then rejected a video box which promised "In the future, the machines rule!" as the back didn't appear to mention machines in any way shape or form... Although any film starring Frank Stallone and Joe Estevez and featuring post-apocalyptic roller-bladers (The Rollerblade Seven) is probably worth a watch. I considered a "Spaceship struck by computer virus on a collision course with Earth" film... but as it starred Sandra Bernhardt(!!), I gave it a miss.

    Finally, I thought I found the perfect choice. The tagline... "Warrior vs. Cyborg... In the futuristic showdown to end them all!". Hmm, reading the back of the box, I learnt I'd be watching a young warrior battle rebel cyborgs that feed on human blood. It was definitely (Wo)Man vs. Machine. I grabbed it. Later, I realized I should have read the box more carefully... namely the words "From the director of Cyborg and Kickboxer 2".

    Oh, good God.

    I just hired an Albert Pyun movie.

    Wish me luck...

    KNIGHTS (1992)
    (Or possibly '93, according to the IMDB.)

    Obi-One-Emotion Ken-obi checks out Neas' cleavage

    Preview Time!: We're off and running with the most naked rip-off of Die Hard I've ever seen. Bad guys being taunted by the hero on walkie-talkies, explosions in lift shafts, the whole nine yards. Jeff Wincott stars in Open Fire. Bleeh. Next a super-brief promo for a "True Story" thriller, Terror in the Night, starring Justine Bateman. (!) Next.. Hey, Chuck Norris! In a comedy. Kind of. Make that a Karate Kid clone called Sidekicks. I'll take a pass. More chop-socky action with the next preview... and there's Eric Roberts! Wondered when he'd show up... Best of the Best 2, huh? Looks pretty lame. An actual, honest-to-God, released-in-theaters film is up next. Too bad it's The Good Son, starring the Evil Macauly Culkin and... Elijah Wood! (With throe huge eyes, shouldn't HE have been the psycho kid?). The previews try to one-up themselves with a Good Son rip-off, The Paperboy. (Starring Alexandra Paul and William Katt.) Bonus points for the uber-cheesy tagline... "He's Bad News!". And finally Mrs. Doubtfire... which is hardly a surprise, as that trailer was on 99.75% of all video tapes from the moment the film was released.

    Kings Road Entertainment: Well, we're off and running now! To mis-quote MST3K... 'They're promising us entertainment, but frankly I have my doubts.". The films soundtrack kicks off with that godsend for low-budget movie-makers, the synthesizer theme. (It's nice to be able to hire one man to play all the music for the flick... in this case, "Tony Riparetti". Yo, Tony... ahhh, fuggeddaboudit!)

    Butt-Ugly Desert!: We fade up on the typical Post-Apocalyptic landscape... as played by Utah. To be fair to Utah, I'm sure it's a nice, scenic desert in real life. But throughout the film, the landscape gets filmed in such a way as to make it the least attractive patch of dirt possible. (Mainly by the use of coloured filters to give that whole "War-torn wasteland" feel... Which would be fine if Albert stayed consistent. But more on that later.) Meanwhile, we get a helpful Expository Voice-Over from our heroine.

    "It was another age.... another place. Here, time had long emptied the world, and in it's place, came the cyborgs. Powerful, invincible... and we humans became the victims of their hunger."

    Where to start? Another age, and another place, huh? From what perspective is she talking about this? If it's her story, it'd be HER age and place, surely? Next, time had apparently emptied the world (And yep, that's all the explanation we get for the post-apocalyptic nature of things.) and THEN the cyborgs arrived? Who built them? With what technology, seeing as how the apocalypse already occurred? And, wouldn't "Powerful" and "Invincible"pretty much equate to the same thing in the end? Whatever, let's move on.

    Sepia-tones! The Metal Monk: Cue the Flashback as we check out our heroines childhood. Seems her family was traveling with some "farmers"... what were they farming, rocks? And then, riding out of the shadows arrive... well, a bunch of guys in faux-Arabic robes. Yep, there's nothing scarier than men in burquas! They're led by Lance Henriksen, who we later (Much, MUCH later) discover to be named "Job". Job is obviously the leader, as he's the only guy with visible cybernetic parts. Namely, a stonking great cybernetic arm. Which proves to come in useful for... well, bugger all, really. He politely asks the farmers to either join their army, or throw down their weapons and die so his cyber-goons can feed. While the farmers ponder their choice, we meet Nea, our soon-to-be leading lady, as a scruffy young girl. Her mother gives Nea her baby brother (PLOT POINT!) and tells her to...

    RUN!: At which point, she kind of wanders away. "Running" involves a little more speed than that, Nea. (In fact how did she manage to escape, seeing as she appears to be in full view of the cyborgs the whole time?) Perhaps they were distracted by...

    Micheal Jackson, Traitor!: Sure, this curly-haired dude doesn't LOOK like M.J...but when he opens his mouth to become a Cyborg Army Volunteer... high-pitched perfection! Job wants a demonstration of MJ's loyalty, of course... by helping to herd up the "Pumpkin-heads". (His phrase, not mine.) Where the heck did THAT expression come from? I mean, it's a war-blasted desert landscape... what's the chance he's even SEEN a pumpkin? All hell breaks loose... possibly. (In fact, make that "All hell is implied to break loose"... And if it does, we never get to see it.)

    Cheap-ass Massacre!: As we abruptly cut to the aftermath of the battle. Cyborgs win! Cyborgs win! There's a close-up shot of the baby boys wrist at this stage... ooh, a crescent-shaped birthmark! (PLOT POINT!)

    KNIGHTS!: After the credits, we meet some more farmers. Maybe the film should have been called 'FARMERS!"? These farmers have some expository dialogue to spout, turning the scene into a meeting of...

    Bad Actors' Anonymous!: Okay, everyone pick a silly accent and have fun! Irish Guy, roll the "r"s some more. Wolfman, over-act more! Grown-Up Nea makes her appearance here... She's played by Kathy Long, who has Chyna-like arms on the video box. Man, if she's half the actress Chyna is... we'll, that's nigh-near impossible without inventing Quantum Bad Acting.

    The Batty Medium: Nea gets some advice from this cackling old biddy. She's destined for greatness! So long as they mean, "Great at arm-wrestling", she's got a shot. So we don't forget who the cyborgs are, we check out what they've achieved in the last decade.

    Army of 20?: Not a lot, as it turns out. In fact, there's just 20 of them left. Not that this has stopped them maintaining their human army, or explains why they need "...the blood of 10, 000 humans!". Seems excessive, if you ask me. Oddly, despite roughly 40% of the entire Cyborg Army sitting in the same tent, Job decides not to pass on this information verbally. Instead he uses a Telepathic Rotating Adult Pleasure Device to do the job. (Not to "Do the Job", though... that would be perverted.) He also demonstrates his strangest character trait here... spitting out a mouthful of water whenever he gets worked up. Our villain's a compulsive drooler? Terrifying. Outside the tent, Job and a couple of other cyborgs have a brief philosophical conversation.

    Cybor---ing!: Okay, not nearly brief enough. Guys, I don't care if you're alive or not. Make with the killing and mayhem already!

    Suck down a warm one!: That's better... Job whips out his Spiky Needles of Death to suck the blood of a random human. Now, if the cyborgs live on human blood, shouldn't they ALL have honking great cybernetic arms with needles attached? Oh well, it's a low-budget universe, I suppose.

    Abu to the rescue!: The unwilling blood donor is kind-of saved by a young boy (PLOT POINT!) dressed like a grade-school Aladdin. (I say "kind-of", because he acts like he's dead anyway. Too little, too late kid...) Job contemplates offing the kid, but decides he likes the kids "Moxie". Man, who activated his Cliché Circuits? The kid drags off his buddy as Job lays out his battle plan. He uses the phrase "Terminate us" at this stage. Penalty Flag! Referencing a better movie! Five yards, repeat first down!

    I stole this picture from Cold Fusion Video to jazz up the page. It's about as exciting looking at it as it was actually watching the film Afternoon for night?: The heavy blue filter gets a workout as Job divides his forces (All 20 of them) to attack two settlements at once. Yep, there's a plan... and so the...

    Ten Man Army?: ...Rides into battle. Well, ride into a shanty town to knock out our Heroine, then make the same feeble demands Jobs been making for a decade, actually. One of the humans shows some moxie (See, I can do it too!), throwing his...

    Bouncy Spear!: "Ha, I am a Cyborg! Your spear bounces off me like it was rubber! Oh, wait... it IS rubber!"

    Low-Budget Mayhem!: And so a mild rumble breaks out. Oh, the excitement. The cyborgs are under orders to...

    Bring 'em back alive... oh, bugger.: But when Jobs' second-in-command (Eventually named "Simon") rides in, he finds all the humans have been slaughtered by his...

    Hench-stupids: Including one who, on seeing Nea trying to flee, fires an arrow into her, then "co medically" mumbles "Sorry"... Oh, my aching sides. No, I'm wrong, this film is a pain in my ass, not my sides. Simon is none too pleased, as evidenced by the fact he screams the end of EVERY LINE! Yep, kind of LIKE THIS! Neas' only wounded by the arrow, though, allowing Simon to corner her in a lean-to and kill her, thus ending the movie. What? Oh, damn, I was projecting my wishes onto the screen again... what he actually does is corner her, then waste time making mincing threats. In fact, he wastes so much time he's eventually interrupted by...

    Kristofferson of Arabia!: Although taking a second look at his outfit, which includes a brown, hooded robe, I'm guessing we were meant to get more of an Obi-Wan Ken-obi vibe. He's quickly revealed as being the..

    Kristerminator!: Yep, old Kris is a Cyborg, too! A cyborg designed to kill other cyborgs. Penalty Flag! Stealing the premise of "Terminator 2", released a year before this was made! Ten Yards, still second down! Kris and Screamin' Simon face off, exchanging some expository dialogue. (There's a ton of exposition for this film, despite the plot being simple enough to fit on a matchbook cover.) Kris's character continues the biblical motif, of course.

    Gabriel, Deus ex Cyborgia: He trades bon mots with Simon, who initiates his Bitchy Chip. And the fight begins! Suffice it to say, it doesn't erase memories of the lightsaber duels from the Star Wars movies, although is does suddenly get a HUGE Penalty Flag!

    The Princess Bride?: They are SO ripping-off the Cliffs of Insanity duel! Right down to the "witticisms" (Which aren't witty) they trade between blows. A strange aspect of Cyborg warfare comes in here... the fact that any blow can make them fly forty feet in the air and execute a triple twisting somersault on the way.

    Bouncy Castle Rumble?: I'm not kidding! It's like they stumbled across an unemployed troupe of circus acrobats and offered them a part in the film! Much flipping and flopping later, Simon calls for a...

    Timeout! Eyeball on the field!: Yo, Gabe... You just ripped his eye out. Don't stand there and look at him while he replaces it... seize the advantage, dude. *sigh* Fine, stand there like a dummy, then. More brawling later (In which our drippy heroine FINALLY tries to get involved... unsuccessfully, I might add.) Gabe takes out Simon.

    Fire in the Head!: Excellent, you immolated the Bitchy Badguy. Is the movie over yet? Simon tries for one last piece of 'comedy", with the line. "Oh, great... Am I on fire now?" before expiring. In the hands of the right director, that could have been a funny line. Need I mention who directed this tripe?

    I'm getting bogged down. To steal a trick from Ken Begg, let's go to the bullet-point treatment until something interesting happens. Or until the movie ends. Whichever comes first.

  • Nice shot of the guy abseiling off the rock, Albert. Was there a point to that?
  • Oh, he was a "lookout". So they've invented cyborgs, but haven't re-invented a walkie talkie so he doesn't have to report to Job in person?
  • Ahhhgh! Tilt-a-cam! Stop giving me Battlefield Earth flashbacks, movie!
  • Why is that Cyborg talking like a London wide-boy?
  • Man, Kris Kristofferson needs a cellphone... because he's really phoning in his performance.
  • Unless he figured a Cyborg should talk robotically. In which case, why was Simon such a screamer?
  • The Cyborgs are heading for Taos! And suddenly Nea knows that, even though she's miles away. Our heroine just turned psychic on us!
  • Oh, good. Gabriel's going to train Nea to fight Cyborgs. I feel a montage coming on...
  • Wait, they have a "month" to train? We just saw Jobs army setting out! Are they seriously going to force-march humans for 30 days and expect them to be able to fight?
  • Gabe and Nea have time to train, as she knows a "shortcut" to Taos. Considering how much traveling the Cyborgs seem to take, it's one hell of a shortcut, all right.
  • Okay, we've had blue-tinted desert and orange-tinted desert... why the heck has the horizon gone neon green all of a sudden?
  • What the FUCK? The Cyborgs just found Simon... in the village he was sent to... and the month is over already? So 1) The Cyborgs would suck at Hide-and-Seek. And 2) The time-frame has gotten horribly screwed.
  • They've camped at Giant Seed Bell Rock!
  • "When do we start training?" Well, according to that last line of dialogue, a month ago, Nea.
  • My wife wondered why I started laughing. It was because Nea was standing next to the rear end of her horse. I wrote 'A horses ass' on my notes, then wondered if it was a cameo from the director.
  • Blue! Orange! Blue! Orange! Orange with green! PICK ONE, MOTHERFUCKER!
  • The cyborgs are still riding. I assume they're in Bolivia by now.
  • Training Montage! Well, if having Gabriel hit you repeatedly counts as training.
  • In an effort to move the plot along, we find out that Nea ditched her brother eight years back, leaving him in a village later wiped out by the cyborgs. I still think it's probably too later to be having issues over it now. Can we move on, please?
  • Hmm, the Cyborgs found their campfire... "Five days old" is the Lead Cyborgs opinion. In this movie, that could mean they were there five minutes ago, or June of last year.
  • WHOA, is that a bright orange filter! Where are they, the Microwaved Desert?
  • Okay, this training has gone from "painful' to "sadistic". Stop hitting her, Gabe!
  • Oh, great... the 'What is...love?" scene.
  • Gabriel's made of "spare parts"? He should have been in Raptor... that MOVIE was made of spare parts!
  • Okay, the last thing this movie needs is a Romantic Montage. But if you insist, Mr. Pyun.
  • Talk, talk, talk, talk... DO SOMETHING! (The middle third of this movie was not the most interesting 30 minutes of my life.)
  • Shit, they took a shortcut through Canada!
  • In fact, if there's still parts of the world covered in lush, green forest, why the hell are all the farmers hanging out in the parched desert? Stupid farmers.
  • What did that tree-stump do to Nea to deserve this sort of punishment? Or is it the post-apocalyptic equivalent of a Thigh master?
  • Taos is just another days ride away. They should be there by Christmas, in this films' time-frame.
  • Boy, this unlikely romantic subplot is getting more unlikely by the second.
  • Post-Apocalyptic Hissy Fit!
  • They're being attacked by Gay Druids!
  • Can I lend you a "Hand", pal? After Gabriel "disarmed" you and all.
  • Nea, Gabriel's fighting for his life. Stop giving him that pouty look and help!
  • Whoa, he's being attacked by the drummer from Poison!
  • Hair Metal Cyborgs head sounds like it's made from mahogany.
  • Fun Fact: Cyborgs weak spots are in their foreheads. I wonder if they can be noogied to death?
  • Machete-on-a-Wire!
  • One positive note... the music, while weedy and derivative, is at least appropriate. Later on, Mr. Riparetti mistakes the "Sappy Love Theme" button on his synth for the "Exciting Battle Theme".
  • Oh no! The blew up our Weenie Hero! (My notes just read "Bishop!".)
  • You know, having a built-in "Kill Zone" in your cyborgs could be considered a minor design flaw.
  • "Ha! We have captured you! Now stay here with out inefficient Hench-Humans and escape in your own time."
  • Total time of being captured. 58 seconds. Cyborgs are idiots.
  • Was that guys neck full of Rice Krispies?
  • It's the Love Theme Massacre!
  • Job has a parrot on his shoulder... what is this, Cyborgs of Penzance?
  • The "Master Builder" in on his way! Probably to complain about the cheap, shoddy sets.
  • Lance, what was with the clicking sounds at the end of each sentence? Is Jobs' fan belt coming loose?
  • Quit spitting, Fountain Boy, you're going to drown someone in dribble!
  • You know, if you can't spot a six-foot tall chick sneaking up on you from the featureless desert, you shouldn't really be on guard duty.
  • She did cheat by hiding in a scene clipped from the "forest" section of the film, I'll admit.
  • AND she kicked him in the nuts while he was down! Penalty! Two minutes for roughing!
  • Yeah, put on his clothes... that'll fool 'em for about nine seconds.
  • She's at Woodstock!
  • Either that or there's still sporting goods stores open in the Post-Apocalyptic Future...
  • I shouldn't mock... the cast and crew probably had to sleep in those tents.
  • So we're down to 17 Cyborgs... and according to these establishing shots, an army of maybe 2 dozen humans. I bet the 10,000 people in Taos are just petrified.
  • Lance Henriksen appears to be trying to balance out Kris Kristoffersons under-acting with his over-acting.
  • All right, a Pit Fight! Too bad there was no budget for a Pit. Dirt Fighting just seems so less interesting.
  • M.J is about to prove himself worthy to be in the Cyborgs! Dude, you joined EIGHT YEARS AGO! What have you been doing all this time?
  • These are some really weird reaction shots from Job. It's like they just filmed him making odd faces and then edited them into the scene at random intervals.
  • Nea gets a slight groping from the guys watching the fight and starts handing out the whoop-ass! Great undercover work, girl.
  • "I wave my knee in your general direction! How many fingers am I holding up?"
  • New Challenger!
  • Whoa, that's a weird cut! From Job chuckling evilly to two Cyborgs wandering through Tent City having a conversation. Are we still watching the same movie?
  • David! Paul! Micheal! Where's the cyborg called "Judas" we can root for?
  • He, there's that kid we last saw an hour ago! And he's helping his sister.. uh, Nea... get ready for her fight. (Damn I gave away the big twist we all saw coming 58 minutes ago.)
  • Okay, so MJ is still going to have his fight against the Wussiest-Looking Guy in camp before facing Nea? After she challenged him to save his life? This alien logic escapes me.
  • Nea walks in slow-mo. The fight happens in real-time. Which means the Wussy Guy is dead before she's covered ten yards. Nice going, girl.
  • The kick is up... No good! Wide right! (Insert gratuitous "Head" joke here.)
  • Stall
  • Stall
  • Lame fight!
  • Stall. Who taught these guys their offense, "Big Lazy" Kevin Nash?
  • Strangest reaction shot yet. Job laughs, then looks out into the middle distance. Was Lance Henriksen even THERE when this fight was shot?
  • I guess not. Any time he shares the same shot with the other actors, he's way off in the background. Like, far enough away for a body double.
  • Lame Fight!
  • Exeunt MJ. Hooray!
  • Ooh, arrow right in the drive shaft for Job!
  • "I fling myself at you!" "I hop around like a moron!"
  • Lame Fight!

    Huh? Whafuck?: Okay, I'll break out of Bullet Time to try and explain THAT note. Due to some insanely bad editing, I suddenly felt like we'd skipped to a completely different part of the film. Here's what happened. Nea leaps over a rock, cut to Job on top of a bigger rock. Cut to Nea, picking a skewer of roasting meat off a campfire. Before you can say "When did she have time to pitch camp and cook?", she leaps back over the rock and fires not one, but TWO flaming shisk-kabobs at Job. He gets one in the chest. (Yes, ONE... the earlier arrow has vaporised in a puff of bad continuity.) Cut to Jobs' slave-girl, chanting and babbling insanely over the smouldering corpse of Jobs' (Cybernetic) parrot.

    It took a few rewinds, but I figured it out eventually. The skewers were on a small campfire, glimpsed briefly as she leapt the rocks. The cybernetic parrot confuses me... who'd want to cybernetically enhance something that does nothing but eat and crap? And the two missing arrows are back in Jobs body next time we see him. Albert Pyun remains at large.

  • Penalty Flag! Using Bishops distorted voice for the dismembered Gabriel! And since Lance Henriksens in the cast, I think that's a five-minute major.
  • Big Fight Scene! Nope, it's over in thirty seconds. Cyborgs suck at stick-fighting.
  • Nea thanks Little Bro for his "help", he responds with "It was nothing". I have to agree, as he didn't DO anything except watch the fight and cheer her on a little. Penalty Flag for Script Stupidity! This movies in foul trouble early! (Yep, football, hockey and now basketball. I love mixing my metaphors.)
  • Hey, he's got a tiny crescent-shaped scar! Cue the flashback so we understand how this intricately-woven plot works.Okay, he IS her brother. I get it now. Look, if I kick him in the nuts, his arms twitch!
  • Geez, when did Nea turn into Buffy the Cyborg Slayer?
  • 16! 15! 14!
  • Ooh, a Face Implody!
  • Human Prairie Dog Attack!
  • How WAS that guy breathing down there? Another triumph for "Cool Visual" over "Logical Script". It was neither, in the end.
  • SLO-MO MAYHEM!
  • She's running the Stupid Gauntlet!
  • Little Bro is still behind the same rock and watching the fight, even though Neas run like, three miles already. Good eyesight on the kid.
  • Fight, fight, fight! Fight.
  • You know, what this movie needs is more fighting.
  • Okay, so she strapped the remains of Gabriel on her back. This should make for an interesting fight scene.
  • Hey, they're changing the rules! Unless the Cyborgs have secondary Kill Zones in their abdomens.
  • Midget-Strapped-to-Your-Back Attack!
  • 13! 12! 11!
  • Fun Fact: All Cyborgs are compatible with OTHER Cyborgs!
  • Yay, Gabriel is all man again! Is this movie over yet?
  • Jobs' got the kid!
  • Wait, who's the guy in the diving suit? Is that the Master Builder?
  • And why is he talking like Darth Vader?
  • In fact, is my wife right when she said he's talking in Lance Henriksens' voice? I hope you paid him twice, Albert! Cheap-ass.
  • Ride her down like grass, Job!
  • Okay, picture this... Nea runs toward a charging horse... leaps in the air, kicks the rider off... and ends up riding the horse... even facing the right way, even though that would have needed a mid-air 180. Horsewoman of the Year!
  • Okay, make that KNIFE-woman of the Year. I swear she hit Job between the eyes while standing in the next county!
  • Fly the Stupid Skies! (The Master Builder takes off on a hang-glider(!!) with Little Bro. Good riddance.)
  • Now Jobs' been dis-armed.
  • So long, Job. Thanks for telling us where the Master Builder is taking the kid to. Cyborg City, huh? So if there's a CITY full of cyborgs, why was Job wandering about with 20 guys all this time?
  • Nea: Queen Useless of the Dumbfuck Tribe!

    SEQUEL?: And here's where my jaw dropped. Albert Pyun may be many things... but he's a man with gonads the size of grapefruits to get away with THIS ending. Here's a partial transcript of our heroines final Voice-Over.

    "The search for my brother would lead us across time and space... far beyond Cyborg City.. (something incomprehensible).. and finally to the edge of the Universe itself."

    Uh-huh.

    Well, needless to say, this rather expensive-sounding sequel has yet to be made. And somehow, I'm pretty sure it never will be. This film however, ends with some blatant..

    Padding: As each of the 4 leads (Job, Nea, Gabriel and even Simon) get 30-second clips of their fight scenes before the credits roll. As they show them in reverse order, it kind of appears that Scott Paulin, who plays Simon, is the leading man. But hey... it's over.

    Skeeters Summary: Painfully inept, butt-clenchingly cheap. Man vs. Machine? We'll call it a goal-less tie for this film.