Saturday, 25 February 2017
If nothing else this demonstrates that despite having got to a point in my life where I've seen a lot of films, there are still films out there that can offer up new sights unseen by my eyes. Not sure that this is a good thing anymore but wow, I certainly saw some things. Thanks Joefest.
At the end a title card appears proclaiming that this film was made 'with the hope that it will be of use to law enforcement to bring these ferocious killers to justice.' Not sure how a badly made, piss dull attempt of a thriller is gonna be useful to anybody but at least the thought was there.
Friday, 24 February 2017
Kept drifting off. However being the third Trenchard-Smith of the week meant I was prepared for the inevitable extended chase sequences and could catch a quick doze as everybody was running about then wake up for the important stuff like a chap getting his hands cut off. Lost some of the finer plot details.
A teenager gets trapped by bureaucracy in a place full of lawlessness, madness, racism and eighties car crashes and works to escape. Which he does, but to a larger place full of lawlessness, madness, racism and eighties car crashes thus coming to the uncomfortable realisation that everywhere is just full of lawlessness, madness, racism and eighties car crashes.
Thursday, 23 February 2017
A barrage of bad taste lesbian nazis and action footage from other people's films topped with lashings of guffaw inducing dialogue.
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Blazing Magnum [Una magnum Special per Tony Saitta/Special Magnum/Tough Tony Saitta/Shadows In An Empty Room]
An average Giallo thriller pepped up with ludicrous action sequences unavoidably triggered every time the main cop tries to ask somebody a simple question. The best of these is a toss up between a very lengthy car chase across a wide variety of terrains or the bit where the cop gets kicked through a window by a transvestite. A tough call.
Tuesday, 21 February 2017
The loosest interpretation I've ever seen of the phrase 'no animals were harmed in the making of this picture', frequent moments of sleaze and gore that veer into reprehensible and an elephant stamping on a girls head, popping it like a grape. Bad taste, eye popping atrocity and total madness, welcome to Joefest.
A cop who wears giant cuban heels, necessitating a great deal of balls forward posturing presenting an easy target for any nearby bad guy, meets an unexpected ending that ironically could have been avoided if he hadn't been wearing those heels.
More unexpected though was a young Willem Dafoe looking less realistic than the CGI Downey Jr in Civil War.