Behold the Majesty

Behold the Majesty

There’s a new Deathstalker flick out. Let us take a look at the four previous films from the 1980s and early 90s, and see how the new one stacks up.

Rick Hill and his maximum expression in the first Deathstalker flick

Deathstalker (1983): The first epic, starring the stonefaced Rick Hill. These flicks are all MacGuffin-heavy. In this case, our hero must get the Sword of Justice which will reunite the Three Powers which will in turn enable Deathstalker to defeat the evil wizard Munkar. Got that? Also starring the immortal Barbi Benton. Sword fights. The first appearance of a sequence in which a man tied to a rope is dragged behind a galloping horse through the woods, with predictably unfortunate results. (This sequence is also used in Deathstalker II and IV.) Gratuitous names that sound like prescription medicines and/or new Toyotas: Salmaron, Nicor, Tulak. Mild nekkidity. Mud wrestling. Very silly and serious at the same time, no mean feat.

John Terlesky and Monqiue Gabrielle in the deliberately goofy Deathstalker II

Deathstalker II: Duel of the Titans (1987): Here at the Bad Cinema Desk we have a soft spot for this installment because it stars fellow Denison University alum John Terlesky. While fit, he does not have the standard Brave Hero Look. Think hunk, not hulk. Also starring Monique Gabrielle in a dual role as Reena the Seer and evil Princess Evie. The latter was cloned from the former by the evil wizard Jarek, played with panache by another schlock immortal, John Lazar. Reena has to combine a precious gem with another precious gem, or something like that, to reclaim the throne. Gratuitous nekkidity. Gratuitous feasting. Warrior with pig head looks askance at roasted pig head on platter, eats anyway.  Little guy who looks like the late Hubert Humphrey playing a lute. Wrestling match between Deathstalker and Queen Kong. The worst sword fight in cinema history, and that’s saying something. Played for laughs by Terlesky and director Jim Wynorski, who apparently wrote the next day’s scenes the night before while drinking. Outstanding.

Above: Bat helmet, Deathstalker-style

Below: Bat helmet, Cher-style

Thom Christopher is Gloria Swanson in Deathstalker III

Deathstalker and the Warriors from Hell (1988): Aka “Deathstalker III,” this one is dominated by the late and immortal Thom Christopher as the evil wizard Troxartes, wearing a turban and channeling Gloria Swanson in “Sunset Boulevard.” The lead is played by John Allen Nelson, who like Terlesky looks like a college kid. Agustin Salvat shines as the evil henchman Makut, mostly because of his bat helmet, seemingly inspired by the cover of Cher’s 1979 album “Take Me Home.” Another “we must reunite the two precious gems” type of MacGuffin. Gratuitous nekkidity. Gratuitous feasting. Zombie warriors. The famous potato scene. Attempted swashbuckling. The best of the series. Or the least bad, if you prefer.

Rick Hill in mid-quip in Deathstalker IV

Deathstalker IV: Match of Titans (1991): The weakest of the original four movies. Rick Hill returns, and this time they gave him quips. The soundtrack struggles valiantly to keep up with the “action,” and the “action” richly deserves the scare quotes. We’re back to the Sword of Justice. This time the evil Queen Kana (Michelle Moffett) has summoned all the warriors to a tournament so she can poison them. The usual sword fights. Many heads roll. Gratuitous feasting and nekkidity but no zombie warriors. Quip about “vital juices.” The memorable Battle of the Small Trout Stream. Best line, guaranteed verbatim: “Deathstalker, you old fragotash!” 

Daniel Bernhardt as Iggy Pop in the 2025 Deathstalker remake.

Which brings us to 2025’s Deathstalker, where director and screenwriter Steven Kostanski has put together a pretty decent update. The flick veers between pseudo-serious and campy. Daniel Bernhardt in the title role looks like Iggy Pop, not necessarily a bad thing. On the minus side is a whole shipload of plot getting in the way of the story, and — get this — no nekkidity. Not even a hint. To balance out this grave defect, we’re talking lots of glop and gore. Plenty of material for the fantasy crowd, including the Amulet of Halgan and the Sect of Sytor and evil main henchman Jotak and evil wizard Nekronemnon. Also swamp creatures, a flying eye, a sorceress with her head inside a chained-up crate, more pigmen, and a flying rotary saw blade. The Sword of Justice makes a cameo appearance, and it’s sprouted two extra blades since the last one. Nice stop-action special effects and other handmade stuff. None of your crummy CGI nonsense here! The regular evil henchmen are called Dreadites, which we will assume is a homage to (and not a rip-off of) Sam Raimi’s “Evil Dead” movies. Don’t try to make it make sense. Just let it wash gently over you, which shouldn’t be hard if you’ve already watched four straight Deathstalker movies.

A Culinary Triumph

A Culinary Triumph

In order to make my world-famous No Effort Shepherd’s Pie I need Stouffer’s Corn Souffle, which was discontinued in 2021. The spinach version still exists and it works, but it’s not the same.

So I made it, using a recipe I found on the internet. Click here.

I don’t have an electric mixer, so the first time I did it the blender. This worked but the end result wasn’t as fluffy as it could have been.

Second time around I did by hand with a whisk. It was easy.

The recipe says 35 minutes at 400F but I found it to be more like 45 minutes.

Now the No-Effort recipe

Put a hunk of meatloaf, a pound, in a round Pyrex baking dish that is about seven inches in diameter and three inches and change deep. Add an egg and just mash it all around, smushing it as flat as you can get it.

Add the souffle. If it’s Stouffer’s, take it out of the package and just plonk it in there frozen. If it’s homemade, spoon it in and spread evenly. (You can do this with the Stouffer’s spinach souffle too.)

Top the whole thing with instant mashed potatoes. I prefer Idahoan Butter and Herb. One packet will do it. Sprinkle a little grated Parmesan on top.

Bake at 350 for about 50 minutes, or until it’s golden on top.

I don’t have a photo of the pie but here’s my second attempt at corn souffle.

Except for making corn bread once about 30 years ago, I have never baked anything in my life, so I’m feeling rather pleased with myself.

The Immortal Cynthia Rothrock

The Immortal Cynthia Rothrock

A while back, the Bad Cinema desk was investigating two movies, “Martial Law” and the imaginatively-titled “Martial Law II: Undercover,” both starring a shortish, incredibly fit and rather cheerful-looking woman: Cynthia Rothrock.

Looking into it a bit more, we found that Rothrock has over 80 movie credits and has been a martial arts superstar for decades. So why isn’t she a household name?

Because she’s not named Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan.

It’s an outrage, and we’re gonna do something about it.

In “Martial Law” (1990), Rothrock and Chad McQueen (Steve’s son) are cops and David Carradine is the evil kung fu-practicing international car thief. We’re talking fun with pizza, the most annoying snitch in cinema history, and a compelling visual discourse on the inadvisability of stealing cars at night from a well-lit dealership located on a busy highway. No gratuitous nekkidity, which really isn’t a problem here, as nobody wants to see any of these people nekkid.





Chad is replaced by Jeff Wincott for the sequel, “Martial Law II: Undercover” (1991). This is much rougher stuff, not least because it has a “sex scene” involving Billy Drago. A kung fu villain runs an expanding underworld empire from the kind of bar you can’t get into without a double-breasted suit and a ponytail. There are large, grunting lackeys, a bit of gratuitous nekkidity, and Rothrock delivering swift justice while clad head to toe in teal.

“Yes, Madam” (1985) is Rothrock’s debut, as Carrie Morris, a Scotland Yard inspector in Hong Kong to help Inspector Ng (Michelle Yeoh) do something about a piece of errant microfilm. There is an exceptionally unconvincing dubbing of a British accent for Rothrock, who strongly resembles American Olympian Mary Lou Retton — except Retton didn’t do kung fu. The movie makes no sense, which is OK because it’s short. Plus, Rothrock delivers her trademark scorpion kick to some hapless goon’s forehead, which is worth the price of admission.

“City Cops” (1989):Here our heroine is FBI agent “Inspector Cindy,” who comes to Hong Kong to fight crime in warehouses, alleys, office buildings and airports. Featuring the spectacular Receptionist’s Desk Roll. We also get a comical cop duo, a martinet police superintendent, and an extended opening riff on gender that would be impossible to make today.

“Undefeatable” (1993) was directed by Godfrey Ho, the Jess Franco of the East, and despite Ho’s Hacko di Tutti Hacki status, this movie actually has a story and makes sense. Rothrock plays Kristi, who participates in illegal fights to earn enough money to get her sister through med school. Meanwhile, Anna dumps her psycho husband, Stingray, who fights on the same underground circuit as Kristi — but he’s a lunatic and has a mullet.

Anyhoo, there is a lot of plot involving a couple of cops and Kristi’s dorky gang, and none of it matters because at the end Kristi and the cop subdue Stingray in extremely gory, horrible and entertaining fashion. And then everybody goes to college.

“Black Creek” (2025): Rothrock produced, co-wrote and starred in this crowdfunded Western, in which she plays a tough woman who rides into town to find her family has been destroyed by the local bad guy, played by the late Richard Norton. You could make a 15-minute reel of Rothrock and Norton kicking each other over the years, so this is a fitting coda. (Norton died in March 2025.) It seems Rothrock spent most of the budget on sets, lighting and costumes, figuring the writing would only get in the way of the story. So it’s heavy on the fighting, and anyone who thinks kung fu and Westerns don’t mix deserves a scorpion kick to the noggin.

Schlocktoberfest 2025

Schlocktoberfest 2025

Owing to a bum hip my Fall 2025 vacation week in the Catskills was light on fishing and heavy on cruddy films. I was joined in this endeavor by my nomadic attorney Thos. and Steve D., with whom I have been cracking juvenile jokes since the sixth grade.

We got through quite a stack of DVDs and even rejected a couple as being too awful, even for us.

Which brings us to one of the rules of schlock: It can be appalling but it can’t be boring.

Nightmare Beach (1989): The immortal John Saxon stars in the flick that answers the question “What Do You Miss the Least About the 1980s?” Feathered hair, high-waisted jeans and wet t-shirt contests are all good answers and feature heavily in this movie. But the real star is the soundtrack, particularly a ditty called “Mean ‘n’ Nasty.” The story: Biker gang raises hell in Florida beach town during spring break, and a masked biker is electrocuting people. Our hero is a college quarterback who lost the Orange Bowl and makes up for it by saving the plucky bartender girl. Meanwhile a lot of young women in various stages of undress cavort on the beach. Crispy critters. Gratuitous nekkidity. Unconvincing bikers. John Saxon looking like he’s about to fire his agent. And relentless, horrible, generic 80s rock throughout.

Diamonds of Kilimindjaro (1983): From the prolific and immensely untalented Jess Franco comes this tale of Stupid People in the Jungle. See, a plane crashes in Africa and the only survivors are a Scottish guy and his granddaughter. He retreats to a hut and plays the bagpipes for 20 years while she grows up to be the local goddess. And this completely satisfactory state of affairs is rudely interrupted by a team of adventurers, some of whom want to find the girl, some want to find her and leave her so they can collect the inheritance, and some of them are there because Franco realized he was about 30 minutes short on the running time. We’ve got fun with machetes. Gratuitous snakes. Gratuitous spears. Gratuitous stock footage crocodile vs. nekkid lady in lake (shown twice, once with dubbed sound and once in pure silence). Gratuitous bagpipe music, actual bagpipes not shown. Starring the immortal Katja Bienert, wearing nothing but a loincloth and a pleasant expression. Plus “Kilimindjaro” spelled with a “d.” Outstanding.

Alien Outlaw (1986): Hicktastic zombie flick featuring an elderly Lash Larue sounding like he gargles with Thunderbird to start the day and the lissome Kari Anderson as a modern-day Annie Oakley. The story: Alien spaceship comes to the sticks, aliens hide in medium-sized creek where they attack one idiot successfully but miss the other idiot. Meanwhile gun gal Jessi Jamison is trying to get her career back on track. The aliens learn fast because they can twirl their six-shooters. Lots of gratuitous nekkidity, not all of it welcome. (Unfortunately we’re looking at you, Lash Larue.) Bad fishing. Good shooting. Horses. Mumbling. Jessi’s legs. Extended meditation on the ins and outs of the motel business. Highlight: A bargain-basement Walter Cronkite in a canoe tells a cop to “suck worms.”  

Star Crash (1978): Italian “Star Wars” knock-off, starring David Hasselhoff, Marjoe Gartner and Christopher Plummer. Special effects by someone’s nephew’s Atari video game console. Big Dave doesn’t appear until the third reel, which caused some confusion because there was a skinner Hasselhoffian character front and center from the beginning.. We were close to hitting the “eject” button with extreme prejudice until the script decided to blatantly and cheerfully ignore the laws of time and space, plus Marjoe’s costume got a little skimpier. So we toughed it out.

Zoltan: Hound of Dracula (1977): This flick was the outstanding find of this fall’s schlockfest.

Soviet soldiers accidentally open up a tomb belonging to a cadet branch of the Dracula family, and in the confusion the Dracula servant (played by Reggie Nalder, who was the assassin in the 1956 version of “The Man Who Knew Too Much”) and a vampire dog named Zoltan are revived and set off to find the last Dracula, who’s named Michael and lives in Los Angeles. Vampire dogs. Vampire puppy. Gratuitous RV parking. Gratuitous driving of rental cars. The highlight is when Zoltan gets Mike Dracula and the Romanian cop (played by Jose Ferrer) holed up in a cabin and eats through the roof, only to be foiled by the rising sun.

See Beautiful Blood Island, and then return to Blood Island. When you’re done you can go back to Blood Island, in between trips to Blood Island.

See Beautiful Blood Island, and then return to Blood Island. When you’re done you can go back to Blood Island, in between trips to Blood Island.

Gerardo De Leon and Eddie Romero, two major names in the Filipino film world, made four “Blood Island” films between them. The first was released in 1959 and is a modest but stylish black and white horror movie. The remaining three were made a decade-plus later, and are proper CACA flicks.

Terror is a Man (1959): Strange economy reworking of “The Island of Dr. Moreau.” Strange because it has a lot of weird plot that gets in the way of the story, and economy because there is only one man-animal hybrid, and because they shot it in black and white. Good production values throughout, which is also confusing when you’re expecting dreck. Decent monster and no nekkidity, because it was 1959.

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Terror is in fact a sort of man/cat hybrid.

The universe comes back into balance with the next film in the series, “Brides of Blood Island” (1968). Color film, very little plot to get in the way of the story, man-eating plants, day-for-night continuity problems, cut-rate Desi Arnaz, bargain basement Vincent Price, one bald henchman, mild bimbotation, comical Western notion of native chants, a bit of gratuitous nekkidity, a sex-crazed beast, mutant transformation, lengthy and regrettable dance of triumph scene, a herd of little people and nuclear radiation, which explains the art in the castle. I suspect Sam Raimi had this flick in the back of his mind for the first couple of “Evil Dead” movies. 

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I’m confused! I look a little like Vincent Price, but I sound nothing like him! And why is that tree trying to eat my wife?

The Mad Doctor of Blood Island (1968): Well, here we are back at Blood Island. This time we’re looking for the cause of a strange disease that turns the natives green. Turns out it’s simple — crazy Dr. Lorca shot a cancer patient up with a rare chlorophyll strain he found on the island. (It’s just science.) Gratuitous nekkidity, green blood, dismemberment, a sort of luau/orgy hybrid, and every time the monster is about to do something the camera zooms in and out rapidly, perhaps to distract the audience from getting a good look at the shabby monster costume. Spoiler: The beast hides out in a lifeboat as the gang sails away from Blood Island, the better to set up…

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The chlorophyll monster in Mad Doctor of Blood Island doesn’t stand up to close inspection, so the filmmakers wisely don’t let the audience get a good look.

Beast of Blood (1971), in which the monster kicks things off immediately by blowing up the boat, perhaps in protest of the producers’ decision to drop the word “island” from the title. Dr. Lorca’s got a whole army of green mutants now, and the islanders aren’t up to much, so it’s up to Bill Foster (John Ashley) and Myra the dingbat reporter (Celeste Yarnall) to get things sorted out. Which they do, eventually, but not before there’s some highly dubious surgery, a henchman who can only grunt, the usual nekkidity, and several gallons of blood. Oh and an artificial head that talks. Almost forgot. This flick is an excellent example of the plot getting in the way of the story, but when a man sets out to watch all four Blood Island movies, he’s got to tough it all the way out.

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John Ashley’s Modified Elvis was passe Stateside in 1971, but he could get away with it on Blood Island.

The Robo Vampire “trilogy”

The Robo Vampire “trilogy”

There are three Robo Vampire movies, all directed by Godfrey Ho (I think). Chronologically, Devil’s Dynamite (aka Robo Vampire 2) is the first, Robo Vampire is in the middle, and The Vampire is Alive (aka Robo Vampire 3) completes the set.

Why is the first one called Robo Vampire 2? That is one of the great mysteries of cinema. Perhaps Robo Vampire 5 will explain it, followed by Robo Vampire 4 and Robo Vampire 7, which will explain the explanation.

Or you can just roll with it.

Robo Vampire (1988): The Bad Cinema desk first encountered this via Rifftrax, which was fine. Thanks to the miracle of Tubi, which must buy the rights to these and similar flicks by the shipload, we were able to watch it unadorned, albeit interrupted by ads for sex pills. Trying to explain the plot would take longer than the 90 minute run time. So let’s skip straight to the gist, which is: Drug smuggling. Gratuitous nekkidity, ghost variety. Intensely unconvincing robot. Assorted goo, glop, and blood. Three Stooges rip-offs. And the entire thing is enlivened by the presence of a platoon of hopping Chinese vampires.

(The hopping vampires require some explanation for the uninitiated. I have run into this in several movies, most notably the “Mr. Vampire” series. The vampires stand straight up, stick their arms straight ahead, and hop toward their victims. They go pretty fast, too. When pressed they can do kung fu. The only way to stop them is to have a Taoist priest stick a prayer written on a strip of paper on their foreheads. This renders them immobile. There’s no nonsense about holy water or crucifixes or silver bullets or wolfsbane or the rising sun or unrequited love or whether the werewolves are sexier. Got it?)

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The Robo Vampire vs. hopping Chinese vampires on a beach somewhere. It’s very exciting. Really.

Devil’s Dynamite (aka Robo Vampire 2, 1987): This has something to do with gold. Somebody’s got some, and everybody else wants it. An example of the dialogue that is supposed to clear things up: “Mary’s joined with Fox. And also a Yank called Ronald.” This line comes about 20 minutes into the flick, and is the first anyone has heard of Mary or Fox, never mind Ronald.

So: Hopping vampires. Black tie event, not interrupted by vampires. Very nicely choreographed fight scene, in which the gangs are color coded for the audience’s convenience.The Robo Vampire, which  isn’t a vampire at all, is a guy in a silver suit and what looks like a motorcycle helmet spray painted silver. Anti-sorcery mirror. Random poisoning.  No nekkidity that I can remember, which means an automatic one star deduction, if we gave out stars. Robo Vampire does Michael Jackson  moonwalk. Surprisingly light on the gore. Makes no sense. Spectacular.

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A typical, somewhat decomposed hopping Chinese vampire from Robo Vampire 2

The Vampire is Alive (aka Counter Destroyer, aka Robo Vampire 3, 1989): Starts off gently enough, with an impromptu theology lesson from a Taoist priest to two stupid Western women.

But dang it, all that guff about evil spirits turns out to be true. Many shots of feet – feet ascending stairs, feet walking along a path. Attack telephone (rotary dial). Gratuitous screenplay writing. Gratuitous “Nightmare on Elm Street” rip-offs er homages. Crossbow assassination in men’s room. Way too much plot. Lengthy scene at sea that doesn’t seem to have anything to do with anything else. Long segments filmed in the dark. Automatic one star deduction for no nekkidity.

 This is the weakest entry in the Ribo Vampire series by far. But the Robo Vampire now looks like a member of the Golden Horde. Except it’s a silver color. 

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A tender Freddy Krueger-type moment in Robo Vampire 3 that is absolutely necessary to the plot yet doesn’t get in the way of the story. Joe Bob says check it out.

Midwinter CACA

Midwinter CACA

It’s been a long, boring winter, and it’s snowing as I peck this out. Thank goodness for the proliferation of free-with-ads streaming services that specialize in films so majestic, so unforgettable that nobody bothered to renew the copyright.

Zombie Nightmare (1987): From the oeuvre of Canadian bodybuilder and hair metal musician Jon Mikl Thor, this tale of small town bigotry, casual misogyny and voodoo zombies lacks the critical component that makes or breaks the exploitation flick: gratuitous nekkidity. Not that any sentient being would want to see this cast, which includes Adam West, nekkid. But it’s the principle of the thing. You can do much better with…

Rock ‘n’ Roll Nightmare (also 1987): Thor’s showcase flick, starring his hair, his pecs, and his unconventional taste in underwear. Nekkidity abounds. In fact nekkidity drives the plot. With little foam rubber demons, one large economy-sized foam rubber demon, a foam rubber remake of the famous “busting out” scene in “Alien,” and an absolutely ear-shredding soundtrack performed by Thor and the Tritonz.

Adam West’s mustache is the true “Nightmare.”

Jon Mikl Thor’s unconventional taste in underwear is one of the highlights of “Rock and Roll Nightmare.”

Dangerous Men (1984-2005): This incomprehensible revenge flick somehow took 21 years to make. This explains the odd inserts of grainy footage featuring 1986 Chevy Caprice cop cars and the shot of a jet taking off somewhere, sometime, for no reason connected with the plot. Oh yeah, the plot. A plucky girl’s boyfriend is murdered by bikers. She tracks them down and kills them in highly unpleasant ways until she’s arrested. The End. Haha! Fooled ya! Suddenly we’re in the lair of drug kingpin Black Pepper, who wears tighty whities and has a seizure-prone belly dancer on the domestic staff. With gratuitous nekkidity, artistically ambiguous ending and the second-worst kung fu in cinema history (the worst being in 2002’s “Fungicide”).

The two men on the left are extremely dangerous.

Battle for the Lost Planet (1986): A thief named Harry steals a cassette tape with something important on it, and escapes from the police by stealing a space ship. Alas, the pig-faced grunting aliens choose this moment to attack the Earth, so when Harry gets back after five years of wandering through space it’s a brave and unpleasant new world. Along the way he meets stoners and a woman with an Australian accent and mutants and bikers and his new ally Mad Dog Kelly and of course more pig guys. The movie is framed by Harry as an old man telling the story but they forgot to shoot enough old Harry footage. Mad Dog Kelly looks like a hideous mix of the genes of Sylvester Stallone and  Magic Dick, the harmonica player in the J. Geils Band. With special effects reminiscent of an Atari game console ca. 1982, badly-lit nekkidity, and a giant attack ant. Or is it a scorpion? 

In Battle for the Lost Planet, Mad Dog Kelly (Joe Gentissi) can’t decide if he looks like Sly Stallone or Magic Dick. 

Velvet Smooth (1976) is a poor man’s “Foxy Brown” and also the greatest (and only) film in the oeuvre of Emerson Boozer, the poor man’s Rosey Grier. Velvet Smooth (Johnnie Hill) is a private detective and when local kingpin King Lathrop starts having trouble with goons muscling in on his highly lucrative action (numbers and protection money from a dry cleaner, a shoeshine guy and a newsie), Velvet Smooth gets the call. Unconvincing kung fu, an illegal casino, a cut-rate Diana Ross and the Supremes, and subtle visual commentary on why you don’t want to combine a zebra-striped couch with blonde wood paneling if you are a self-respecting kingpin who wants an impressive lair.

Velvet Smooth (Johnnie Hill)  talks it over with New York Jets running back Emerson Boozer (as Mat). Oddly, neither one ever acted again.

The Happy Hooker Goes Hollywood (1980): The last of three Happy Hooker flicks, starring the immortal Martine Beswick as Xaveria Hollander, the Happy Hooker. Plus Adam West, Phil SIlvers, Chris Lemmon and Richard Deacon. So it’s like a slightly raunchy episode of “The Love Boat” minus the boat. Enough gratuitous nekkidity to advance the plot, which mercifully does not get in the way of the story. As dour Hollywood melodramas go, it’s no “Day of the Locust” or “What Makes Sammy Run,” but there are glimmers of actual human intelligence at work in a scene where the HH takes on snarky TV gossip witch Rita Beater (Edie Adams). Plus a “Some Like It Hot” ripoff that would probably provoke a riot in 2025. In short, it’s almost not bad enough to make the S&A cut. Almost.

Sophisticated banter is the order of the day in the Happy Hooker Goes Hollywood.

Super Mega Ultra CACA part 10

Super Mega Ultra CACA part 10

We now wrap up this extended bad movie binge with part 10. Fishing now takes priority over lying on the couch frying what’s left of my brain on public domain flicks courtesy of streaming services Tubi, Freevee, Crazee, Sickee, and Pervee. Not to mention Plex, Yecch, Blecch, Sploing and Froont.

New Mr. Vampire: This is what happens when the Cannon film people get hold of something. Adds the attack casket and fun with electricity to the traditional Chinese hopping vampires. ***

Revolver: Incomprehensible Guy Ritchie flick. No fun at all. Pass.

Revenge of the Ninja. This is precisely what it appears to be, no more, no less. I ironed shirts while this played. It was very restful. *

Deliria aka Stage Fright: Not the Hitchcock movie. Actors getting picked off by a killer kook wearing a bird costume. With plucky heroine and ambiguous ending. **

The Bad Ass Trilogy:

Bad Ass: Danny Trejo cleans up the streets. Forced hilarity ensues, kind of. **

Bad Ass 2: Dannys Trejo and Glover clean up the streets. Forced hilarity struggles to ensue. *

Bad Asses on the Bayou: The Two Dannys plus John Amos foil a kidnapping and clean up the streets. Forced hilarity is euthanized before it has a chance to ensue. The only reason to watch this is sheer stubbornness, after sitting through the first two. A grudging single star. *

Slaughter High: From the Golden Age of Crap. Made with British actors but set in an American high school. This isn’t a problem, since the flick is so stupid it could be in Urdu and not suffer. Gets a star for sheer nerve. *

Silent Madness: Another 80s entry, and the best film ever shot in Nyack, N.Y.  Cast includes some names regular people may have seen in normal movies. Starts off nicely with death by vise grip, but then a whole lot of plot intervenes. Really bad mise-en-scene. Le pfui. *

Super Mega Ultra CACA part nine

Super Mega Ultra CACA part nine

Something’s gone kerblooey with the spread sheet so we’re back to plain old typing. I truly think we’d be better off blowing up the internet and going back to the manual Olivetti.

Exterminator: Vigilante flick. Vietnam vet vs lame “Ghetto Ghouls.” With fat naked NJ state senator. A parable for our times. ***

Exterminator 2: Same vigilante vs extremely festive gang leader. With souped-up garbage truck. Another parable for our times. Or is that a metaphor? ***

Executioner 2: Blink and you’ll miss the serial killer.*

Truck Turner: Isaac Hayes cleans up the streets and gets his girl a kitten. With gratuitous nekkidity and fried chicken. Iron Coil nomination. ****

Maniac Cop: “Maniac” means a lot of things. “Boring” isn’t one of them. Pass.

Gator: Burt Reynolds’ raffish charm can’t overcome lousy script and indifferent direction. One star for 70s nostalgia. *

Astounding She-Monster: “The Lost Weekend” with radiation. **

Force of One: There are three Chuck Norrises: Clean-shaven Chuck, mustache only Chuck, and fully engulfed with facial hair Chuck. This is the mustache only version. *

Exterminators of the Year 3000: Aka “Mildly Miffed Max.” **

Graduation Day: Somebody is killing the track team. Somebody is also playing “Gangster Rock” for seven minutes of screen time, which is the true horror. **

Super Mega Ultra CACA part eight

Super Mega Ultra CACA part eight

Time CopTerminator rip-off with Jean Claude Van Damme, and Ron Silver dies twice at the same time **
Kill KaneTeacher’s family killed, teacher goes on rampage. Meh. *
RubyBizarro supernatural crime drama that takes place at the drive-in ***
Shrunken HeadsFrom the entire Elfman family to you, this incredibly strange flick should have made “Eat da Whizzo” a national catchphrase, but didn’t. A heartfelt four coils and an Iron Coil nomination. ****
I Come in PeaceExcept Dolph Lundgren doesn’t, no matter how many times he says it. His other line is “arrgh.” *
Masters of the UniverseApparently this was the start of a big comic book/video whatever franchise. Pretty tedious *
Brotherhood of SatanIf Antonioni got drunk and made a movie about Satanic hijinks in the Land of Enchantment it would look like this **
Return of the VampireFeaturing the cinema’s only stern lecture given to a werewolf. *
Challenge of the TigerWith Bruce Le, get it? Also cinema’s only kung fu bullfight and slo-mo topless tennis. A solid four-coiler, and Iron Coil nominee.****
For Your Height OnlyImelda Marcos hosted a Filipino Film Festival to pump up the local industry and say to the world “We’re not just good for bimbos behind bamboo bars flicks.” And this spy thriller, starring the 2’9″ Weng Weng, won the damn thing. Four heartfelt coils and an Iron Coil shoo-in. ****
The Impossible KidSequel to above, and almost as funny. ***
Delirium
Lauded as the best movie shot in St. Louis. Bad guy: “Back! Or I’ll blow her into monkey meat!” Star Debi Chaney enjoyed the experience so much she never acted again. **




















































































































































Delirium
Lauded as the best movie shot in St. Louis. Bad guy: “Back! Or I’ll blow her into monkey meat!” Star Debi Chaney enjoyed the experience so much she never acted again. **