It’s no surprise that Katy’s first-person narrative (written by a middle-aged man in the late 1960s) is the stuff of pure male fantasy. She’s a tall, sexy, tanned redhead, with in inner monologue that spends a lot of time dwelling on how fabulous her tits are.
The Ripper has struck again, prompting the drunk who finds the body to exclaim in his best RADA Cockney accent, “Gor blimey, the Ripper! ‘e’s done ‘er in!”
If you want to see Felix Leiter from Goldfinger hopping around naked in bunny ears – and who among us can say they don’t? – this is the film for you.
That’s really about the best summation I can give of Ra.One, both the character and the movie; it made me wish I was watching a movie with Jessica Alba in it.
If there’s a target audience for a movie starring both Mithun Chakraborty and Gordon Liu, I’m it. Literally.
He can use this force to pull himself through the air, almost as if, oh, as if swinging from, let’s say some kind of web. Like a man who possesses some of the characteristics of a spider, perhaps.
Then there’s the fact that Wolfe manages to sell 100 million phones in about a week, and just how is Wolfe planning to control all the folks who prefer their Motorolas..?
This isn’t really a film at all, but more of a game of dress-up that a couple of 12-year-old girls with access to their mum’s wardrobe might have.
A few specially gifted children along with their protectors fled to Earth, but the mogs followed and are killing them in order of… um. I’m not sure. Age? Shoe size, possibly?
Kung fu, boobs, romance, more kung fu, more boobs, and some sweaty Filipinos. Yes, it’s a Cirio Santiago joint. Naked Fist is a terribly silly film, but for some reason I love it. Even after watching it about 5 times, I still find it ludicrously entertaining.