Tub-o-lard (and current winner of the fat Elvis lookalikey contest) Steven Seagal is Cody, a flaccid army-man released from jail to head a Dirty Dozen (67) mission in a hectic action thriller that pulls no punches in a buzzy, souped-up story about neo-cortex thought projection and remote controlled assassins.
Westerners Nick Reece, Trudy Calder and Lucas Byrne star in this totally insane far east cocktail of exploitation super trash that defies sense, reality and logic to such an extent that you may suffer an out of body experience while viewing it.
Utterly hilarious, piss-poor post apocalyptic bollox from cheap town USA that basically steals the look, characters and plot wholesale from Mad Max 2 (81). Deborah Rennard is a desert warrior/super model called Harmony "Don't touch me!" who joins forces with a rock-jawed hero called Anderson (Garrick Dowhen) to fight a group of super gay leather/metal biker boys led by the meanest hairdresser you ever saw.
It's easy to see why the 1996 Bollywood movie Papi Gudia has enjoyed some minor interest among English language movie review sites this year. The synopsis is the stuff that bad movie dreams are made of: remake Child's Play as a Bollywood musical.
Now and then a movie comes along that words simply cannot adequately describe. City Dragon is one of those movies. If I tried to list every single thing that was wrong with it, this would be a hell of a long review and I'd have to watch it several times in a row just to try to catch them all. I'm not that strong.
For Your Height Only is one of my favorite bad movies. It would be easy to call it exploitative trash, but the movie is so much more than that. Chronicling the exploits of Weng Weng as Agent 00—a diminuitive Filipino knock-off of James Bond—For Your Height Only is pure crazy fun.
An awkwardly endearing brawling action picture from Serbia, Gidra stars Dragomir Stojanovic, better known as Gidra. Unwilling to let things like acting get in his way, the little man carries the picture with amazing athleticism and boundless enthusiasm. Unwilling to back down from any challenge, he was born to be a warrior!
If there's one thing Bollywood does better than any other movie-making industry, it's excess. Colors, music, dancing, clothes, sets, melodrama—they love to take things to the next level. Sometimes they take it to such an extreme that a western sense of style or good taste just can't be applied. Western sensibilities are as likely to fit within some Bollywood movies as moon ponies and unicorns are likely to be found frolicking in Dick Cheney's back yard. Things that could never work in a western film sometimes work in Bollywood.
Disco was already all about excess and poor taste, so when Bollywood does disco you'd better be prepared for a double-barreled blast of dance inferno madness.
Deadly Prey is something of a cinematic masterpiece. It’s as if someone watched Rambo too many times, read the short story The Most Dangerous Game, and then sat down to write Deadly Prey. I can only imagine that they wrote it with crayons.
