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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Domo arigato

Curse these metal bodies, we weren't fast enough, it's all their fault!

That is, we've been meaning to have these reviews up for yonks, but...eh. At least we've got pictures.



Hands of Steel (1986)

Objective Grade: C
Strongarm Surplus: Q

John Saxon: always a good sign. And he's villainous.



High on his priority list is one-man killing machine, Paco Queruak. (That's hard to type, and harder to believe.)



Soon enough, it's time for Paco to do some killing.



But things go wrong, as they always do. Not that there aren't warning signs.



Soon the rebellious Paco (played by Daniel Greene) ends up hiding out at a saloon in the middle of arid nowhere, where he crosses paths with disreputable characters. Some are weaselly and dangerous...



...while others are burly and dangerous, but deep down, they're not so bad.



All of them have armwrestling high on their priority list. And Paco's darn good at that, thanks to his hands of steel.



With his chiseled body and iron will, Paco soon elicits the attention -- and then the affections -- of bar owner Linda (Janet Agren). But Paco's a wanted man with a big secret.



There are nerdy scientists here and there, along the way. They have opinions and stuff.



Here's another one.



The whole movie soon erupts in a maelstrom of fisticuffs, technobabble, gunplay, tragic helicopter flights, and all the other goodies that make a campy third-tier 1980s action movie worthwhile. And make no mistake, Hands of Steel delivers on this promise. It's mindless VHS merriment at its best, or near-best.



Hey, strong man, do you mind if we just stop here?

 


Thanks for tendering your seal of approval. Moving on...



War of the Robots (1978)

Grade: C


Best known as the acting debut of Roger Federer (billed under the pseudonym Antonio Sabato), War of the Robots features the tennis ace as starship captain John Boyd.



He's caught in a bit of a love triangle, for his squeeze Lois (Malissa Longo) is also the object of the affections of a brilliant scientist, Professor Carr (Jacques Herlin).



But things get even more complicated when a mysterious squad of extremely blond aliens abducts Lois and the Professor.



Making matters worse, the Professor was in the midst of a nuclear reactor experiment which only he knows how to control. If left to its own devices, the reactor will catastrophically explode, destroying a nearby city and leaving the base's female scientists with no bustline support whatsoever.



Fighting fire with fire, Capt. Boyd assembles his own crack team of blondes to reclaim the kidnapped pair, pursuing the alien vessel as it heads back to the planet Anthor.



Along the way, they stop at an asteroid to pick up the brother of that guy from the Dschinghis Khan video.



Will the 17-time Grand Slam winner and his cohorts successfully evade the Anthorian legions? Or will they end up pulverized by (conveniently invisible) beams of doom?



Well, they have a few luxuries to help them, including a camera system that somehow shows their own ship from the exterior whenever it lands. That's a nice trick.



On the other hand, the availability of electromechanical assistance leads some women to decide that they really don't need anyone to play second fiddle on their journey of self-actualization.



Of course, eliminating the competition is still an option...



...which leaves poor Roger out in the cold.

 



Santa Claus Conquers the Martians (1964)

Objective Grade: D-
Holiday Hit Points Help: C+

It's another kidnapping story, or really a Santa-napping story with kids on the side (not you, Nikki Dinki).



But you don't need us to recap this old chestnut and perennial staple of bad film festivals -- do you?



Naah, you don't. But at least there's a robot:



And bumbling, surly Martian henchmen:



While Santa kicks some ass with the power of Christmas commerce...



...and two young children teach the Martians the true meaning of Christmas.



So yes indeed, hooray for Santy Claus!



Saturday, November 14, 2009

Set the controls for the heart of the daughter

Three overdue quickies united in romantic pursuit by remote control:



Night Fright

Objective grade: D
Camp value bonus: C-

Ludicrous extraterrestrial monster vs. John Agar (whom we remember fondly from Zontar) as upstanding sheriff. Eventually, the beast loses, thanks to a clever ruse involving explosives and a RealDoll. In the meantime, "teenagers" frolic, make out, get killed. You'll remember the absurd dance scenes, night vistas lit by headlights, and John Agar givin' those kids what for; you'll forget the rest. Which is fine, really.



Robot Pilot (aka Emergency Landing)

Grade: C+

Hey, Goofus: what'll win the heart of that bratty rich bitch? Kidnapping, imprisonment, and a new invention that lets you manoeuvre aeroplanes by wire? Yes, that's right, and as a bonus, your pal gets some too. (Gallant's spending the night alone with the Sears catalog: sometimes the wrong thing is the right thing, or vice versa.) Basically a silly early '40s romantic comedy (the Mill Creek folks apparently didn't buy Webster's, nor the "H" volume of Encyclopedia Britannica), and your enjoyment of this is predicated on your enjoyment of that. But it ends on a high note, thanks to the best (ahem) "little person" cameo ever.



Frozen Alive (aka Der Fall X701)

Grade: B+

Human cryogenics, in both senses, and so this film's focus on character development and relationship dynamics is a pleasant surprise. Of course plot takes over eventually, but that's true of Greek tragedies as well, right? And -- others may disagree on this -- we actually cared about what happened to these people and their interesting faces, which is a welcome change too. Still, there must have been something keeping this from scoring in the A range, unless it's just the memory of P.'s credulous friend who came back from American Beauty saying "Dude, I just saw the greatest movie ever": who wants to be that guy? (The Academy, apparen'ly.)

Persistent images: gun safety violations, expatriate academics who stonewall for a good cause, and an unexpected explosion of Africanisms that took us by surprise.