When the only country in the world that has had atomic bombs dropped on it puts a mushroom cloud in a movies, it tends to have more resonance than when, say, the Italians do it. When the Italians set off an atomic bomb, it heralds the arrival of post-apocalyptic, dune buggy-driving leather aficionados. When Japan does it, however, it is something heavier.
This is the rare film that is so poorly made, so absolutely weird, that it becomes a form of outsider art. Centuries from now, future generations will discover this VHS tape as they mine old landfills for relics of the past, and they will not need to ask themselves any further why 21st century man faded from this realm.
If there’s anything that sets the films of Bobby Suarez apart from the films of Cirio Santiago, it’s that most of them make some sort of sense, at least relative to the universe about which we’re talking. But even Suarez was unable to resist the siren song of making a batshit insane post-apocalyptic action movie.
The film started out as a Road Warrior rip-off. Then I got distracted, and when I returned to the living room I found Bruce Le locked in mortal kicking combat with Hwang Jang Lee wearing a silver wig.
There’s a knockabout charm to Cyborg, a laid back amiability — provided a movie about post-apocalyptic crucifixions, plagues, and misery can be called amiable.
If Earth is to be saved, the smirking man from the awesome past is going to need to teach these future Earth people to not be such a bunch of chumps
In the great scheme of things, Forbidden Planet is still probably the coolest of the 50s sci-fi films, if for no other reason than it’s completely weird musical score, but World Without End is a two-fisted action-packed little brother that may not be as respectable or ambitious, but just might be more fun.
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Eventually, I began to wonder if this wouldn’t be better classified as something other than a video game, or if the term video game needs to be radically redefined