This 1986 B-grade action thriller is so gloriously awful that it transcends awesomeness; I mean it reaches near epic levels of gonzo genius and sheer flamboyant insanity. We’re talking poor editing, bad (over) acting, almost a complete lack of exposition, and more often than not, cringe worthy dialogue. Yet when all cobbled together, it works. Hell, If I didn’t know better, I would swear it is meant as an homage (albeit one gone horribly awry) to Saturday matinee serials from the early 1900s. Whatever the case may be, director Gil Bettman and screenwriter Steven Paul crafted one of the seminal red-eye matinee films of all time.
So, what are you in for? How about Vanity prancing around the screen in lingerie, bikinis, and/or torn clothing, as well as one extended scene of her slathering herself in oil). Or John Stamos resplendent in the most spectacular bouffant mullet you’ve ever seen.
Still not convinced? Well, then there’s Gene Simmons--in drag no less--chewing the scenery with mouth watering gusto every chance he’s given. Plus there are cameos from a former James Bond and Freddy Kruger. Top it all off with Road Warrior cribbed costume design and plenty of Old School practical pyrotechnics (no bullshit CGI here, amigos!), as well as a Corvette-underneath-a-semi stunt that predates The Fast and The Furious by 15-years, and you’ve got one of the greatest B-movie experiences this side of Hell Comes To Frogtown. To say anymore would just deprive you of the grand pleasure of experiencing this forgotten milestone of high-octane low-grade cinema for your ownself.
Rating: 4.5/5
RIYL: Hell Comes To Frogtown; Reno Williams: The Adventure Begins; Runaway
PS
It is currently streaming on Prime (at least as of 4/20/20). Catch it while you can.
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