The Executioner Part 2

Cheezy, low budget American action-crap doesn’t come any more amateur or browner than this laugh riot ball of explosive macho-gank starring the mighty oak himself—Chris ‘The Chair’ Mitchum.

After a loud Vietnam war scene intro (filmed in a backyard), Mitchum is shot (hurrah!) but is rescued and dragged to safety (boo!) and ends up years later as a no-nonsense LA cop  with a  flamboyant, uber-gay moustache and a speech impediment. When he’s not crying in his jim-jams or preening his soup strainer in the mirror of his sad bathroom, he tracks down a freaked out serial killer called the ‘Executioner’ who may just be the man that saved his life way back in ‘Nam. Duuuh.

Barely coherent, fans of big lubbish will love it while others will see it as a plotless, dumb, violent crock of penniless cat ‘n’ mouse cop crap; badly filmed, scored, lit, shot, and scripted. To say it was ‘special’ would insult the infirm, but press play on it anyhow to see a drunken Aldo Ray, flappy face punching, decent back kicking, stoner fat chicks, very bad line recitals, rubbish everything and bladder shattering dialogue written by insane mice... No, not really. Marketed to cash in on Robert Ginty’s brutal, mad and still fab Exterminator (80), one cheap UK VHS release has pictures nicked from Rambo 2 (85) on the back.