The Stabilizer
Compared to the appellations given to the protagonists of other 1980s action films, the Stabilizer sounds pretty benign. You’d think he was given that name only because the others were taken.
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Saazish
I went in to this movie predisposed to liking it. It was an espionage/fumetti flavored Bollywood film. It starred Dharmendra. It featured Fantomas, calling himself Mr. Han. And I spent years trying to track it down. Plus, I watch films with the intent of enjoying them.
Space Transformers
Unfortunately, evil alien leader Tonga knows Ivy is the Earth’s most special girl, and so he sends assassins to earth to eliminate the only threat to his dreams of conquering Earth. Meanwhile, Earth’s giant robots seem pretty adept at destroying Tonga’s invading fleet.
Solar Adventure
I once stayed at a place in the Smoky Mountains that was a combo motel and biker bar. The toilet in my dingy room was a hole cut in the […]
Seytan
The special thing about Turkish pulp films is how, even at their most plagiarized, they can serve as an example of just how unique a complete rip-off can be
So Darling, So Deadly
I know making big guys do things like dance or tend flower gardens is a cheap and easy way to get a laugh, but it works. Plus, Brad Harris dances with such giddy abandon that you can’t help but love the scene.
Street Fighter
Street Fighter is best known for being the final film of well respected, Academy Award winning actor Raul Julia, whose final gift to society was himself in a red leather fascist get-up, cackling and flying around and shooting lightning out of his hands.
Shiva Ka Insaaf
The drama never gets too intense, the overall look is bathed in that inimitable bright 1980s glow, and the score happily percolates with songs by R.D. Burman at his most lightweight and catchy.
Strangler of the Swamp
Languishing in relative obscurity for years, this modest horror film from one of the cheapest of all production houses, PRC, was championed in the 60s and 70s by the Cahiers […]
Stray Cat Rock: Sex Hunter
They are, in a sense, representatives of the Japanese population at large, only in bigger hats and higher platform shoes. They don’t consider themselves racist, but they blind to the racism running rampant in Japan. At least, that is, until Meiko’s Alleycats come into contact with a mixed-race gang led by the hunky Kazuma.
