Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Crime Is A Disease. Meet The Cure.

I love this movie. It is a ridiculous, gratuitous mess, but if I get a chance, I'll stop everything and watch it. Just thought I'd share that this morning, since I don't have much else to report other than I'm halfway through Able Team #7 (that is a fast read) and about halfway through the second-to-last chapter of Killer Instincts. Throats are being cut, crime family estates are being infiltrated, and there's a satchel full of frag grenades just itching to be tossed. Stay tuned...


Joe Kenney said...

I saw this movie in the theater when it was released -- I was like 12 so my mom went with me. We had to go up to Frostburg, MD to watch it...it wasn't playing at the theaters nearer to us and it was only later I realized why this was: the movie had been lambasted by the critics.

Anyway, my mom got increasingly uncomfortable with the cult-killings. As if there were Satanic cult-killers in Frostburg, Maryland. In the scene with "Sledge Hammer" and Bridgitte Nielsen, mom finally had enough and told me we were leaving. I had no choice and had to follow. To this day I can still hear the mocking snickers of the college punks in the row behind us.

I've seen the movie several times since then and it is really just OTT schlocky fun. It's one of the closest film captures of the men's adventure genre ever -- if the Executioner film had happened in the '70s, it coudln't have looked much different than this.

The Blu Ray is coming out this August, by the way.

Jack Badelaire said...

Exactly. Having a kill-crazy cult of dudes who can seemingly run rampant without being caught, out-gunned, or sniffed out by multiple law enforcement agencies, but ONE GUY can essentially take them all on - that's pure serial vigilante pulp.

Machine Trooper said...

Wow. You've been posting some great stuff while I've been MIA. I think we discussed this one before/compared it to Dirty Harry.

I watched this one...I dunno...probably 40 times or more. Between the full auto mayhem and the '50 Merc banging gears through the freeways of So-Cal, I couldn't get enough.

"The courts are civilized, aren't they, PIG?"