Compared to the appellations given to the protagonists of other 1980s action films — the Exterminator, the Punisher, the Executioner — the Stabilizer sounds pretty benign. You’d almost think that he was given that name only because the others had already been taken. But then you learn the Stabilizer is in charge of stabilizing is the very balance between good and evil itself.
Peter O’Brian was working in Jakarta for a while as an English teacher and was boarding a plane one day when a couple film producers approached him with an offer to do some movies.
A lot of windows get broken, a lot of stuff blows up, there will be more tortured football analogies than you could possibly imagine, and at one point, Ken Wahl fights a SWAT tank!
The most important thing that I need to communicate to you about Hunterwali is that, for the uninitiated, it will likely come across as the most yelling-est movie ever.
Like all of Doss’s action films, the director’s signature combination of cartoon-ish style and nonstop carnage is enough to leave you in a state of “did I just see that?” disbelief even in the immediate aftermath of watching it, thus making it a prime candidate for compulsive re-viewings.
Dynamite Johnson was the third film to be turned out by Suarez’s BAS Film Productions, following closely on the heels of 1977′s The Bionic Boy and the next year’s They Call Her… Cleopatra Wong, while they were primarily Filipino productions, they made concessions to the Singaporean market by drawing from that country’s talent pool for their titular stars.
At one point during the closing moments of They Call Her… Cleopatra Wong, I paused to reflect upon the fact that I had been watching mustached men dressed as nuns shooting each other in slow motion for what seemed like twenty minutes, and that, while I had been moderately entertained by the spectacle, it certainly hadn’t inspired anything close to the stunned incredulity that such a scenario would seem to warrant.
You’ve perhaps picked up a dvd because its cover bore a picture of, say, Amitabh Bachchan in shades and a bowtie carrying a scope rifle with something blowing up in the background, only to find that the movie contained therein had a couple of underwhelming action set pieces, but was mostly three hours of some guy crying about his mom.