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Lethal Panther 2 (1993)

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HONG KONG CREDITS: 1993 – Lethal Panther 2(Golden Kay International/Harvest International/My Way Film Co)


[Released on German DVD as “Lethal Dragon”, on UK VHS as “Lethal Panther”, and elsewhere (unconfirmed) as “Blood And Guts”]


Director Philip Ko [other sources list Cindy Chow Fung, and Philip Ko as “action director” only] Producer Ricky Wong Ga-Kui Presenter Jeffrey Cheung Kai-Ping


Cast“Cynthia Luster”/Yukari Ôshima, Monsour Del Rosario, Philip Ko, Sharon Kwok [Sau-Wan], Edu Manzano


PHILIPPINES CREDITS: 1993 - Magkasangga Sa Batas/“Partners In Law” (Harvest International Films Corp/Golden Kay International Films Corp)


[Philippines release date 2nd February 1993]


Directors Philip Ko, Erwin T. Lanado Screenplay/Associate Director Erwin T. Lanado Producer Luis Sy Executive Producer Jose Yu Cinematography Peter Li, Eduardo "Baby" CabralesMusic Jaime Fabregas Theme Song Singer Chad Borja Lyrics Jojo Villalva Editors Tony Sy, Philip Ko, Ever Ramos Sound Supervisor Gaudencio Barredo Sound Effects Rudy Cabrales, Jun Cabrales Production Manager Jess Baruelo General Manager Roger Gonzales Post-Production Manager Bong Lansangan Assistant Directors Larry Santos, Cindy Chaou Production Designers Kiddy Li, Lito Estacio Stunt Directors Philip Ko & his Stunt Group Stunt Coordinator Jerry Corpuz Special Effects Tikboy Sto. Domingo Makeup Artist Gloria Vidallion Wardrobe Juliet Tata, Leni Visaya, Max dela Cruz Script Supervisor Larry Santos Assistant Editors Richard Aning, Orland Brien Dubbing Supervisor James dela Rosa Post-Production Coordinator Antonio Benavidez Post-Production Assistant Tochie Tamone Propsmen Max Paglinawan, Romy Setmen Roy Amaranto, Allan Parian Looper Resty Brien Sound Technicians Elmer Torrena, Ondy Valleso, Alex Rima, Danny Lorilla, Danny Navarez, Winston Lope, Felipe Vera, Peter Emerencia, Roger Bernardino Stills Wilmore Baruelo, Oscar Baruelo Gaffers Antonio Cabrales, Man Keung Schedule Master Renato Gracilla Field Cashier Orly Centeno Titles/Opticals Rey Erestain Layout Artist Pete Manansala Property Custodians Noel Dayandante, Joel Dayandante Catering Nene Lopez & Co Drivers Bernardo "Ginaw" Dagoy, Boy Labo, Eddie Baylon, Albert Utility Men Rey, Lando Publicity/Promotions Alfie Lorenzo, Billy Balbastro, Oskee Salazar Company PRO Mar Munoz Cay


Cast Edu Manzano, "Cynthia Luster"/Yukari Ôshima, Gabriel Romulo, Shiela Ysrael, Rachel Lobangco, Charlie Davao, Lovely Rivero, King Gutierrez, Johnny Wilson, Stella Mari, Edwin Reyes, Marita Zobel, Monsour Del Rosario, Lani Lobangco, Boy Fernandez, Telly Babasa, Naty Santiago, Louie Katana, Paolo Conti, Jerry Corpuz, Perry De Guzman, Al Nanca, Greg Lucero, Blandino, Delfinger, Ronnie Francisco, Lito Martinez, Jun dela Paz, Rene Pascual, Commando Stuntmen, Thunder Stuntmen, SOS Daredevils, Nonong Talbo, Maxie Alvarez, Roger Santos [other sources also list Philip Ko, Sharon Kwok, Johnathan Palmer]


Named Lethal Panther for its UK release since the actual first, unrelated film was blessed with Deadly China Dolls, this contains precious little Cantonese speaking performers as leads since the Philippines was used as a location. Phillip Ko appears briefly and choreographs the action and while quick-cut editing is an issue, this is unusually strong, acrobatic gunplay coming from him. The team for once channels the need for excess and creativity so above average for a Ko Fei production it definitely is, with Yukari Oshima responding dependently. Watch out for a brief but obviously Bullet In The Head inspired car finale. Drama in between is just basic framework for mentioned action aspect but we do get to the fair goodies within relatively short periods of time.


Review from the Yukari Oshima website:


Yukari leads an Interpol/NBI investigation of a weapons smuggling organization with ties to Japan, but operating in the Philippines. “Albert” is a macho Manila detective whose wife was killed by the gang. Philip Ko briefly appears as a gang member who is killed by the NBI team during an attempted kidnapping. After his partner and a bystander are killed, Albert takes a surviving witness to his mother’s country home.The location is betrayed and the homestead attacked.


Albert and Yukari then confront the gang at their hideout. While some of the fight scenes are spoiled by wire work, other sequences are better than average for Filipino action movies. The final fight is quite well done, but would have been even better had they left out the wires. The Cantonese version of this movie appears to have the most natural dialog and script, with a soundtrack apparently inspired by “Terminator.”


Review from HK Film:


Before the juggernaut of Jurassic Park de-railed the local HK movie industry (or, perhaps more accurately, put it off course) by becoming the all-time box office champ, HK studios were producing a record number of movies per year. To take a quote from Tsui Hark about Wong Jing's movies, most of these were "cheap, fast and no good," and Lethal Panther 2 is a good example. This cheapie (shot in the Philippines) is so derivative of other movies that it copies stuff from them wholesale, such as music from The Terminator and a "car joust" at the end ala Bullet in the Head. It doesn't really help matters that the film is edited so badly that it started giving me a headache about halfway through.


The story has Yukari as an Interpol agent who comes to the Philipines in search of some Japanese terrorists…and that's about it. There's the usual attempts at humor and romance, but they all fall flat, as does most of the script -- which really hampers the movie as a whole. And, as per usual for most of Yukari's films during this period, the emphasis here is really not on Yukari, but rather on a two-bit actor trying to make a name for themselves; this time it's a low-rent gweilo who makes Jeff Speakman look like a tough guy. Major Yukari fans might still want to give this one a look, since the role is a bit different for her (she actually smiles -- and not in an evil way -- during the movie) and it's one of the few times she's used wires onscreen.


Review from the Kung Fu Cinema forum:


Oh Philip, how could you? Well, he could, and he did...many times over. One cheap-ass, mindless, uninspired Filipino flick after another. And this one is no exception.


It really pains me that the once mighty Philip Ko Fei, a name that to me use to mean quality, chose this path for himself. I also feel bad for poor Yukari Oshima, who he dragged through more B-movie schlock than I care to remember. And I doubt this would have happened had the two not been an item at this time. But I guess "the Osh" was just standing by her man, and I admire that.


This movie is as about as cheap as it gets. Well, maybe not, but it's pretty damn cheap. Philip, Yukari, and Sharon Kwok are the only known actors in the entire movie. The rest (including the male lead) are just Filipino no-names who look like they just stepped on the set in whatever clothes they were wearing, and whose sole motivation seems to be the paycheck at the end of the day. Forget the story, forget the characters. At this point, Philip had just stopped caring, so you don't have to either.


But at least the action delivers, right? Wrong! Yukari was one of the best female screen fighters of all time, and I love that little snaggletoothed Japanese tomboy to death. But not even she could save this clunker. There are odd moments of halfway-decent choreo. But for the most part, it is just a messy mix of awkward, acrobatic gunplay, retarded use of slo-mo, poorly edited fight scenes, and wonky wirework. What a waste.


But the silver lining here is the final showdown, which is pretty damn awesome! Actually, no, it's not, I'm lying. It's just more of the same crap, set to the theme from "The Terminator" and complete with a blatant rip-off of the car jousting battle from "Bullet In The Head". And they couldn't even get that right.


To sum up, this movie is piss poor, and a complete and utter waste of time. I wouldn't even recommend this for Yukari completists, 'cause this would be a shitstain on any movie collection; and I will in fact go and throw out my copy right now.


CaptainAmerica's review from the Hong Kong Film Database:


Let me get the story synopsis out of the way: an international criminal syndicate (two of whom are Phillip Ko and Ronnie Ricketts) is executing a vendetta against a Phillipines NBI officer who proves to be a thorn in their side. A Japanese Interpol officer (Yukari Oshima) and two HK detectives (one of them Sharon Kwok) join the Filipino officer to stop the bad guys. Along the way, a local lady becomes a witness to (and nearly gets killed by) the bad guys. Oh, by the way: one of the HK cops is a criminal plant. (Hint: it ain't Sharon!) Things eventually explode as the villains track down the good guys...and then the cops counterattack. Pretty much paint-by-numbers storytelling.


Unfortunately, it sounds better than it actually is. It's an all-around wasted opportunity by some genuine talent. The editing is for crap (I'd use a few expletives to better describe the editing, but I'll offend someone) and the music is pure second-hand (some of it you'll remember from a few other HK films and even THE TERMINATOR!). The action scenes aren't very well done; there's actual wirework involved in more than a few scenes. That's right: wirework. Now if it had a fraction of the quality SFX you'd see in a Yuen Woo Ping movie, that could be forgiven...but it gets so atrocious I actually winced at the execution. Bad movie! BAD MOVIE!


On the plus side: you have Yukari Oshima, Sharon Kwok, and I wish I knew the name of the actress who played the witness. They display their natural charisma (and they have a ton of it!), but their characters are so underdeveloped you can tell they had no choice but to go through the motions just to get paid. (You've guessed correctly if this is one of those films where Yukari is relegated to a one-dimensional avenger.) Ronnie Ricketts (bad guy number one in the movie) does the appropriate scenery-chewing, but that's all that can be said; Phillip Ko isn't around long enough to do anything but look menacing! Yukari has a few fights and gunbattles (especially at the end) but this is where some of that damn wirework comes into play. Someone -- ANYONE -- should have told the director that none of that crap was necessary! Sharon, unfortunately, doesn't get to do much except look gorgeous and tough (each when appropriate) and shoot a lot.


For Yukari Oshima fans and Sharon Kwok fans only. (It isn't a total waste of 90 minutes...)



Tough Beauty And The Sloppy Slop (1995)

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1995 - Tough Beauty And The Sloppy Slop(New Treasurer Films Co. Ltd)


[Hong Kong production filmed in the Philippines, sometimes listed as “Tough Beauty And Sloppy Slop”]


Directors Alan Chui [Chung San], Yuen Bun Screenplay Foh Ging-Yiu Producers Chung Wai-Shing, Lam Wai Cinematography Stephen Poon Tak-Yip Composer J. Galden Editor Yiu Tin-Hung Action Directors Alan Chui [Chung San], Lee Chi-Git Planning Shum Wai Production Manager Jeng Shing-Miu Art Director/Costume Designer Buboy Tan Lighting Paul Yip Pak-Ying Presenter Woo Man-On, Ng Ming-Choi Props Elson Ho Wai-Keung Assistant Action Directors Hon Chun, Chow Gam-Kong


Philippines Crew Alex Austero, Orly Centeno, Renato Gracilla, Teddy "Tsiu"/Chiu, James Gaines, Eduardo Cabrales, Jany Chua, Jessie Manaloto, Felix Calderon, Maning Sta Maria, Princ Atelagos, Cinilo Lim Pim


Cast Yuen Biao (Li Chin Tang), Cynthia Khan (Captain Yiang), Waise Lee [Chi-Hung] (Wai), Monsour Del Rosario (Major Sandos), Yuen Wah (Mainland drug seller), Billy Chow [Bei-Lei] (Leader of counterfeiter gang), Tam Suk-Mooi (Yu Yung Chi), Jerry Bailey (Mr Ramos), Peter Chan Lung (Mainland drug buyer), Shum Wai (Mr Wu), Wong Ngok-Wa, Lam Wai (Hong Kong official), Alex Man Chi-Leung (Officer Wan), Leung Shun-Yin (Wan's mother), Alan Chui Chung-San (Peter Wu), [uncredited] James Gaines Jr (James), Teddy Chiu


Three high-octane cops--an unorthodox one from Hong Kong, a straitlaced one from the Mainland, and one from the Philippines--join forces to demolish an insidious counterfeiting ring. Cops-and-robbers action fare taken to its most gleefully bullet-ridden extreme.


Cynthia Khan (presumably "Tough Beauty") and Yuen Biao (presumably "The Sloppy Slop") do their take on "Police Story 3", masquerading as unsavories and busting some bad guys out of jail to win their trust. After succesfully infiltrating the evil gang, they must resort to some oft-wacky techniques to protect their true identities...


Phil Mills' review from the Far East Films website:


Mainland Officer Yiang (Khan) is on the tale of Wai (Lee), a high profile leader of a money counterfeiting scheme.Annoyingly, he persistently evades the long arm of the law due to his men's unfathomable loyalty to the cause but the Police are handed a loophole when it turns out that his wife is currently in prison in the Philippines.Yiang goes undercover to befriend her in the hope that it will lead her to Wai and during her time inside she is given a contact by the name of Li (Biao), a Hong Kong policeman who poses as her husband to keep up the facade.When Li helps to free the two friends all goes according to plan and the undercovers become members of Wai's gang, running various errands for him whilst supposedly hiding from the police.When it becomes apparent that there is a man behind the man, the two officers must use all their wits to avoid revealing their identities and try to bring the entire ring down.


The first thing that is instantly noticeable about this bizarrely titled 'Police Story 3' imitation is that this is low budget film making of the highest order.Film quality is poor and scripting is minimal, providing a springboard for a set of action sequences that will hopefully allow the film to capitalise on current box office successes.Established talent in the form of Biao and Khan (albeit stars that are down on their luck) are drafted in to bring recognisable faces to the charade but even their combined talent cannot help to make the story rise into the realms of rational thought.This is not to say it is completely unwatchable, just in a sort of P.S.3 through very clouded glasses type of way.


Never let it be said that a lack of script can mean the film is a total disaster though as the combination of classic action and quality cameos make this a film not to be overlooked.Yuen Biao can never have too much screen time when it comes to kung fu as far as I'm concerned and although he is not exactly tested to the full extent of his ability here, he does provide some noteworthy action moments for this performance.If anything, it's the choreography that lets the production down as the main dosage is simplistic to say the least with very little room for the extravagant.There is however an attempt to mix it up a little with a few acrobatic tricks thrown in along with slow motion gunplay that pops up now and again to impressive effect.Billy Chow is most likely the cream of the crop as he gets an extended appearance as the final opponent and it's worth the wait as he unleashes his powerful bootwork that compliments a satisfactory amount of martial artistry.


'Tough Beauty And The Sloppy Slop' has it roots firmly set in the Hong Kong style of film making that emerged from the 1980's.Who needs a huge budget or a masterful script when you can put together a fun action movie with some over-the-top fights accompanied by a little slap stick comedy.Despite the cash-in elements taken from other movies of this kind, it still provides enough entertainment to make it stand out and with a little more money and thoughtit could have become a classic of the genre.


Review from the Chop Sockey Cinema website:


A multi-national gang headed by Mr. Wei (Waise Lee) and his boss (Billy Chow) and is using counterfeit money produced in the Philippines to buy and traffic them in mainland China and Hong Kong. In a police co-operation, Captain Yiang (Cynthia Khan) from mainland China is sent to the Philippines to join undercover Hong Kong cop Li Chin Tang (Yuen Biao) and Phillipino cop Major Sandos (Monsour Del Rosario) to solve the case. Together they must defeat hordes of gun-totting, martially inclined baddies, all while comedically trying to stay undercover.


This 80's styled mid-90's movie of an interesting title pairs martial arts and acrobatic phenom Yuen Biao with Cynthia Khan (In The Line Of Duty IV) under the direction of Biao's former Peking Opera classmate Yuen Bun. It's usually shrugged off as another semi-decent Supercop rip-off, and for good reason - it's just that. From the basic low-budget shootout opening, it's apparent that this Phillipino production will linger in mediocrity for the remainder of its duration, only made watchable by the saving graces of its two stars (referring to Yuen Biao and Monsour Del Rosario) and a superb villain, veteran Billy Chow (even though he only gets minutes of screen time and the one finale fight).


The fighting is fairly average. Choreography is basic kickboxing (80's style) and has enough of power and speed to mildy satisfy the taste for violence, but all of the fights are too short, and the camerawork isn't good enough to capture the action well. The fighting lacks energy and is slow way too often (for the exception of Yuen Biao, Billy Chow, and Monsour Del Rosario). Although most of the fighting appears to be tight, it's easy to spot off-timing reactions everywhere. The first martial arts fight is very brief, Cynthia Khan fighting Yuen Wah, and ends with Wah's double crashing through a scaffold. Looks very painful. Good end to a bad fight. The stunts would all be half-decent if not for the constant cutting (sometimes absolutely ridiculous like Yuen Wah and Cynthia Khan jumping off of a 3-story roof and landing on their feet), close-ups, and overall cheapness present in virtually all of them.


Phillipino Olympic Tae Kwon Do master and World Champion Monsour Del Rosario steals the show in whatever scene he's in offering some of the best Philipinno movie fighting ever (although only seconds of it are featured here). Had the fights been longer, and with better camerawork and stunts, this movie could have really been something with such talent.


The film wisely relies on comedy to carry through the plot in moment devoid of action, but comes across uninspired, and offers little to enhance the viewing experience. The chemistry between Yuen Biao and Cynthia Khan is good enough to keep viewers from being bored, but there are too few jokes of too little comedic value. Khan is slow and unconvincing in the fighting bits, but she looks good so that's forgivable, whereas Biao is noticeably kicked back instead of kicking bad guys. When he's taking part in the action, it's of course to his standard, but that's not much in terms of quantity.


The finale is definitely worth the wait, and is climatic enough. Rising tension explodes in a raging gun battle featuring some good (but short) martial arts showdowns. The automatic weapons are put to good use in the best action of the movie, and the fights are very well done here as well. Khan is at her best in the 2-on-1 face-off against Billy Chow with Yuen Biao. Hands down the best and longest fight in the movie, but Chow and Biao are capable of better. Fast, crisp kickboxing, great falls and stunts. Fantastic 4-star fight (minus the ending) that is worth watching even if the rest of the movie isn't.


Tough Beauty And The Sloppy Slop also featured a load of Hong Kong stars in cameos, but with such a basic film, it doesn't really add much. It's a mediocre attempt, but hey, you can't blame them for trying. Martial arts action movies were on the decline, and if the Phillipinnes were the only place to get it done, then why not - it's better than nothing. It will take more than the casual fan to enjoy the whole thing however.


Danton's review from the Hong Kong Movie Database:

This B-movie shot in the Philippines plays like a throwback to the kind of cheap action films that studios like D&B Films churned out in the late Eighties. Starring Cynthia Khan and Yuen Biao, as well as Waise Lee as the villain (along with Billy Chow and Yuen Wah), it depicts the story of Khan and Yuen going undercover to infiltrate a money-forging, drug-smuggling crime syndicate. While doing so, they not surprisingly are given ample opportunity to put on a display of their Martial Arts skills. In fact, much of the story is really just filler material designed to bridge the time between the various shoot-outs and fisticuffs.


There's not much originality here, nor any great acting or story to speak of. Which is not necessarily a bad thing: the flick never tries to be more than a brisk, generic, action-filled time-waster, along with some banter between the two stars that is driven primarily by Cynthia's well-established prudishness. If you're in the mood for some mindless action fun, this movie certainly delivers, especially in the final explosive showdown with Billy Chow.


Not as good as the better known films in this genre, but I'd still give it a marginal recommendation.









Dirty Games (1981)

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1981 – Dirty Games (Movieworld International)


[Philippines release date 23rd July 1981; export version distributed by Cinex Films and F. Puzon Film Enterprises]


Director Leonardo Velasco Uy Story Leonardo Velasco Uy, Jose Mari Avellana Screenplay Jose Mari Avellana Producer Leticia Nocom Executive Producer Johnny H. Chan Cinematography "Temmie"/Artemio Ongleo Music Ernani Cuenco Editor Joe Mendoza Sound Rolly Ruta Underwater Cameraman Pruseso Lazaro Helicopter Pilots Captain Henry F. Ciron, Captain Valentino Prudencio, 1st Lt Joe Masferre, 1st Lt Teddy Termano


Cast Eddie Rodriguez, Christopher de Leon, Ace Vergel, Amalia Fuentes, Lorna Tolentino, Eddie Garcia, Dranreb [Belleza], Angelo Buenaventura, Tino de Lara, Orly Onza, Tirso Mediavillo, Jesse Sapitan

Jose Mari Avellana ad 1978

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Ginebra San Miguel model! Actor, writer and director Jose Mari Avellana on the back cover of Sports Weekly magazine, July 1978 (photo courtesy of Loren Avellana)

The Hunted (1989)

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1989 - The Hunted(Davian International Ltd)


[First production for David Hung's Hong Kong/Philippines company]


Director/Producer David “Hunt”/Hung Executive Producer Anjantre “Hunt”/Hung Cinematography Arnold “Adams”/Alvaro Editor John Williams 1st Assistant Director Andy "Anderson"/Andico 2nd Assistant Director Jeff Griffith Production Manager Vic Chapman Art Director Andy Vasquez Production Assistant Vivian "Anderson"/Andico Special Effects Jun Thompson Stunt Coordinator Jack Morgan Makeup Sally Kernochan, Mary Brenton Casting Director Philip Gordon Wardrobe Bruce Skerritt Set Dresser Kevin Singer, Nick Michell Camera Operator Jim Scott 1st Assistant Cameraman Keith Kleiser 2nd Assistant Cameraman Jimmy Nitzsche Gaffer John Williams Film Loader Antony Isaacs Production SoundmanPhilip Lyne Boom Man Alexander Kleiser Chief Electrician Ron Mitchell Electricians Jack Jones, William White, John Fox Key Grip Bill Morris Grips Neil Bozzone, Fred Turman Utility Larry Solomon, Gary Sanders Schedule Master Marco Baker Location Manager Sammy Interno Stills Joey Crame


Cast Jack Gilbert (John Branigan), Andrea Lamatsch (Sylvia Smith), Corwyn Paul Sperry (David Stone), Jim Moss (Mike Branigan), Buddy Norton (Luvack), Edward Burnett (Ivan), Albert Bronsky (1st Contact Man), Mike Mills (2nd Contact Man) KGB Agents Jeff Griffith, Philip Gordon, Henry "Stakaowsky"/Strzalkowsky, Nick Nicholson, Joe Fisher, Tim Timan, Miguel Romero, David Gibberson, Gerald Silvester, Helmut Brunner, John Reborra, Wolfgang Holbring, John Mosher, Gunther Wilke CIA Agent Jim Dixon


NOTE: Many of the names have been Anglicized, original names unknown













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Howdy Bamboo Gods!

It's that time of the year when I head back to Manila for a series of talks and screenings. This time I may be heading to Mindanao and the Visayas in late June/early July, so any Philippines readers, please drop me a line at my new email address: andrewleavold@gmail.com

If you're on Facebook, please join our discussion group FILIPINO B FILM FANS: "A meeting place for anyone interested in genre filmmaking in the Philippines - those who made the films, or those of us who simply love watching them". Click here, and we'll hopefully see you online.

I've also started recounting previous adventures in the Philippines on the Mondo Macabro blog. Click here for the first extract from The Tanduay Rum Diaries (thank you Hunter S!).

Finally, there's now proof that the third and rarest of Weng Weng films dubbed into English, D'Wild Wild Weng (1982), did indeed get a legitimate release somewhere in the world...on UK VHS!

Cheers and salamat, Andrew


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Jo Mari, his wife Cora and I, June 2011. No-one could have believed this would be Jo Mari's last photo.
Our good friend, writer/director/actor Jo Mari Avellana, would have been 71 today. Sadly he passed away last year, leaving behind an incredible body of work with Cirio, Boy Puzon, Ferde Grofe Jr, Tony Maharaj and many others. Here's to you, Joe.
 Jo Mari helping me interview producer/director Tony Maharaj (Future Hunters, The Fighter), 2007

 
Henry Strzalkowski, Jo Mari, Nina Dandan and I at Henry's favourite bar Heckle And Jeckle, Makati 2008

Shadow Of The Dragon (1973)

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1973 - Shadow Of The Dragon(Topaz Film Productions)

[Release date 1st December 1973; released in France as "Il Etait Une Fois Bruce Lee"/"Once Upon A Time Bruce Lee"]

Director Jun Gallardo Story/Screenplay Ka Ikong Producer Jun Dominguez Cinematography Jojo Sangco Music Tito Sotto 

Cast Ramon Zamora, Jeanne Young, Elfe Brandeis, Eddie Garcia, Panchito Alba, Max Alvarado, Michael Murray, Ike Fernando, Rayvann


James Bone: Agent 001 (1986)

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1986 – James Bone: Agent 001(Jonrox Films/Larry Santiago Productions)

[Release date unknown]

Director/Fight Instructor Ruben Ramos Story Willie Deato Screenplay/Associate Director Ric Acasio Producer“Umo” Line Producer Verseo Octavo Cinematography Rudy Quijano Music Ding Lamano Editor Samuel Domondon Sound TechnicianTony Faustino Sound Effects Ben Samson Production Supervisor/General Manager Ricky Santiago Production Manager Wilfredo Mendoza Production Controller Simie Dolano Production ConsultantMennen Santiago In Charge of Administration Rosanna Manalaysay Art Designer Nilda Rendaje Effectsman Adis San Pedro MakeupEster Cayabyas Settingman Mamerto Valerio Clapper Jessie Quijano Assistant Cameraman Rodel Quijano Head Driver Ruben Bitancor Utility Allan Paradero Material Trustee Rex Romero PRO Tino Vellya Caterer Esperanza Agang Dubbing Editors Arceno Collado, Danny Collado Stillman Tony Roxas Legman Raul Segarra Layout Eddie Domer Credit Titles Lauro Romero Sales Manager Ador Baligaya Account Executive Jomar Laurel Advertising Manager Jay Torres Accountant Jun Gahutan Collector Joselito Exito Shipping in Charge Ramon Soriano Shipper Boy Faustino  

Cast Palito (James Bone), Melissa Mendez (Sabrina), Charlie Davao (Viller), Joaquin Fajardo (Crooked Finger), Don Pepot (Scientist), Ruben Ramos (Swordsman), Eddie Llaneta (Boy Macho), Clarissa Mojer (Odessa), Jon Jon, Komander Jack Angels Liza Mojica, Fe Timbol, Mary Joy Warren, Femmy Mojica, Rizza Borja, Jessica Fabros, Marte Mojica, Camea Amor, Rona Denaga Goons Romy Nario, Joe Andrade, Larry Esguerra, Torling, “Rolland”/Roland Falcis, Jay Grama, Boy Sta. Ana, Cris Aguilar, Leo Gamboa, Robert Allan, Jess Bonzo, Benny May, Boy Panai, Tony Roxas, Omay Rivera, Geron Vega, Sir William, George Tormeda, Cesar de Paz, Bobo Cruz, Tonton Kishanni, Dalton de Castro, Boy Bernal, Jun Silda, Peddy May

Review by Andrew Leavold:

Like many older comedians from the Vaudeville era, stick-thin Palito traded on his startling appearance, along with a stock of facial ticks, grimaces and smutty wordplay, and in turn etched his features into the rockface of Pinoy pop culture. When he passed away in 2010 from lung cancer aged 76, there was a genuine sense of sadness over his passing, as if a small piece of the Philippines' collective film psyche had vanished into the ether forever. For Palito was truly a veteran of hundreds of Filipino comedies and action films from the mid-Sixties, a regular bit-player in films alongside Dolphy, Chiquito, Tito Vic and Joey, Fernando Poe Jr, Nino Muhlach, Redford White and many others, and a memorably meatless face with pronounced cheekbones and sunken eyes often registering a look of pure bewilderment, to count upon for a scene or two of regulation "funny business".
 Bone cops a feel mid-massage...

The most vivid recurring mental image of Palito amongst Filipino filmgoers is that of a walking corpse: bone-white, in a funeral shroud and bandage wrapped around his jaw. The schtick is remembered today as if it was freshly minted. I remember interviewing Palito in 2007 when comedian Amay Bisaya interrupted and rolled off a checklist of patented Palito cliches: "How are you, Mr Palito? Are you still dead? Are you living in the cemetery?" Unfortunately for Palito, his level of public recognition could no longer be converted into paid movie work. Towards the end he barely scraped by with a living wage, working a weeknight gig playing congas at a casino in Santa Cruz, and cadging bus money from anyone who would take the time to buy him a cup of coffee. "Producers have given him a large amount of money," other out of work actors would tell me, sensing a conspiracy of pathetic proportions, "he's only pretending to be poor." They believed every word! Nevertheless his wife and children was virtually penniless when he died - was Palito keeping his rolls of unspent cash stashed in his congas, perhaps? - and went public asking for donations for hospital bills for his final hospital stay. Poor, sweet, fragile man.


Back in Palito's heyday in the Eighties, it was possible for him to shoot scenes for three or four movies in a single day, changing costumes in the back of jeepneys as he tore from one set to the next. A substantial role alongside pale-skinned comedian Redford White in his Rambo ripoff Johnny Rambo Tango (1985) led to top-billing a handful of comedies in the mid to late Eighties, starting with two more Stallone/First Blood riffs, Ram-Buto("Ram-Bone", 1986) and, in another skeletal dig, No Blood No Surrender (1986). The were cheap, goofy, and appeared at the peak of the Pinoy Parody craze, proving the local producers' old adage "when you're onto a winning horse, beat it to death, and quickly". Barely as soon as the end credits faded, No Blood No Surrender's company Jonrox Films and distributor Larry Santiago Productions commissioned a further Palito starrer, this time as a beanpole secret agent: James Bone, Agent 001. No Blood's writer, bald goon actor Ruben Ramos, was promoted to the director's chair, presiding over a budget even more wretched that the film could've been projected on the wooden slats of a chicken house and still not lose money.

James Bone's talking car. KITT it ain't.

In the opening scene, a crime boss is gunned down by an unseen assassin. As a result, three underworld rivals meet to argue over who will be the next Godfather. The chubby and sweaty Crooked Finger (Joaquin Fajardo) and Boy Macho (Eddie Llaneta) are about to set their goons on each other, when the gorgeous Sabrina (Melissa Mendez) suggests a contest, the winner brings in the Syndicate's biggest headache: James Bone, Secret Agent 001. Debonair in his bone-tight silk suit, James is the country's top crime fighter, a ladies man AND karate expert with no need for any visible gadgets other than a talking Datsun (thank you Knight Rider!). Even though he lives with his mother, he manages to bring one wide-eyed young lady back to his boudoir. "You might be hospitalized out of shock with what I've got," he warns her, before taking off his bath robe. "Can you handle this?" Apparently not, as she takes one glance at his naked crotch and passes out on the bed. 

 Head Goons: Crooked Finger (Joaquin Fajardo) and Boy Macho (Eddie Llaneta)
 
 "Waaaaaaaah!!!"

With Ramos - former stuntman and character actor in over twenty years of action films, at the helm of James Bone, you'll understand just how the term "Goon Comedy" applies to much of the Philippines' comic output: equal amounts of bona fide goon-centric action scenes to comedy, if not more. In James Bone, it translates into one endless fight scene after another, as waves of goons - first Crooked Finger's, then Boy Macho's - are thrown at the hapless, befuddled Bone, giving as much screen time needed for the audience to fully gawp at his unfeasibly skinny frame going through its gyrations. Naturally he has some serious body armour to protect his ribs and twig arms, as well as a bag of dirty tricks such as poking one bodybuilder's eyes out, then punching them in the crotch; in another scene, Bone punches a goon, they drop to the floor, and Palito suddenly grabs his broken hand and cries out, "Waaaaaaaah!!!"

 Bone puts the squeeze on director Ruben Ramos

Weng Weng fans will remember Ruben Ramos as the bald goon sitting on a bed, complaining how Yehlen Catral his gang had bungled a hit on Agent OO: "Now you'll get a bullet in your belly, Lola…this is it, kid!" Ramos naturally puts in appearance waving around a samurai sword in front of Palito in a warehouse punchup, and Romy Nario, another For Y'ur Height Only baddy ("There's a lot of dough in this dough…the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker!") plays one of Boy Macho's henchmen. Other guest stars also get their ten minutes: top-billed Charlie Davao, ever the convincing contrabida, fences with the unbleeding Bone, while Don Pepot as a scientist tries to sell Bone a pair of x-ray specs at a beerhouse, and their scene degenerates quickly into two aging vaudevillians snickering over naked people making out. Comedy Gold? Mould, more like, and the rest of the film is covered in dense matting of it too. But if you are capable of not only buying into Palito's well-worn schtick, but also peeking past the spectacle into the heart of a sad clown, fragile man and genuinely funny entertainer, then you too will love the sight of an anorexic beating up the ever-rolling Goon Parade as much as I do. Gold.

Fortress In The Sun (1975)

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1975 - Fortress In The Sun(Mirick Films International/Jowell Film Productions)

[Release date 24th April 1975]

Director/Story George Rowe Screenplay Humilde "Meek" Roxas Executive Producer Jesse G. Chua Cinematography Armando Dulag Music Emy Munji Theme Song Jun Polistico Editor Josepino Marcos 

Cast Nancy Kwan (Maria de Leon), Tony Ferrer (Tony), Fred Galang (Emilio), Eddie Garcia (Don Eduardo de Leon), Chanda Romero (Teresa), Logan Clarke (Rico), Ruel Vernal (Allan Lee), Mel Francisco (Torrente), Dave Raymundo, Johnny Vicar, Conrad Poe (Mario de Leon), Van Munoz, Roldan Rodrigo, Paquito Salcedo, Romy Nario

Mini-review by Andrew Leavold

Heiress Maria (a beautifully matured Nancy Kwan) returns from overseas to her family's hacienda at Tierra del Fuego, where their sugar plantation's workers have been forced to choose between two evils: the sadistic treatment of her father Don Eduardo (Eddie Garcia at his sneering, domineering best), or the bandit Torrente (Mel Francisco) and his scorched earth policy against the sugar baron. Into the hacienda come two strangers, the undercover cop Tony (former "James Bond of the Philippines" and karatista Tony Ferrer) who in the line of duty falls in love with the kind-hearted reformer Maria, and the mysterious kung fu expert Alan Lee (Ruel Vernal), worming his way as personal bodyguard into Don Eduardo's confidence. An action-drama with a social conscience, this competent Mirick Films export title directed by George Rowe - Ferrer's director on a number of 60s Agent X44 films - is punctuated with fistfights, kung fu brawls, and explosive combat scenes as the hacienda becomes a battlefield pitting boss against workers and sex-crazed bandidos, and a fantastic supporting cast - Fred Galang and Chanda Romero playing sibling worker activists, American actor Logan Clarke as Don Eduardo's equally sadistic henchman Rico, and Conrad (half-brother of FPJ) Poe as one of Don Eduardo's sons.

[Press booklet courtesy of Simon Santos at Video 48]

 

GMA News article 2012

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Weng Weng And My Love Affair With Pinoy B Films

Published on the GMA News website, Philippines 22/06/12

All life-long obsessions have to start somewhere. Mine? Seeing a two-foot nine James Bond use a three-foot villain named Mr Giant as a punching bag.

The film was For Y'ur Height Only, and the miniature Bond was played by midget superstar Weng Weng.

I was one of those Betamax Generation kids who grew up in video stores in the Middle East. No Star Wars and Indiana Jones for me, though. Instead it was a steady diet of bottom of the barrel treats: Zombie Flesheaters, biker films, Humanoids From The Deep. "Good" films came later. A Clockwork Orange, Easy Rider, El Topo. I preferred "outsider" cinema because - well, I was one weird little kid.

After college, I opened my dream video rental store full of the craziest films I could find. "Trash Video" was an endless voyage of discovery as I discovered even more titles from the Philippines. Cirio Santiago, Bobby A. Suarez and Eddie Romero became my new Kings of the Drive-In. I fried my brain on Cirio's Mad Max ripoffs, Bobby's Cleopatra Wong series. These killers from Manila seemed to occupy a parallel film universe to the one I was used to, a perpetual loop of kung fu kicks, floral shirts, hair helmets and big moustaches, and seemingly baffling twists of logic. I was hooked.


It was at Brisbane International Film Festival that things started getting weird. Cleopatra Wong herself, Marrie Lee, flew from Singapore to introduce the screenings I'd programmed. I was wearing my 'I Heart Weng Weng' T shirt when Cinemanila director Tikoy Aguiluz came to my 'Bamboo Gods And Bionic Boys' seminar. "I love Weng Weng too!" he proclaimed. "Come and join me in Manila…"

Next thing I knew, I found myself in a Greenbelt cinema in front of a Cinemanila audience filming them chanting "We love Weng Weng!" I suddenly remembered a dream from ten years before. I was in a Manila hotel room with a camera in one hand a phone in the other, and was saying to the voice on the other end, "My name is Andrew Leavold, I'm a filmmaker from Australia in Manila to make a documentary about Weng Weng." Spooky!

Under such bizarre circumstances my film The Search For Weng Weng had begun, and was already starting to resemble a cheap detective novel as I pieced together Weng Weng's forgotten saga. I stumbled on editor Boy Vinarao outside Mowelfund, and discovered by chance that he had edited all of Weng Weng's films! "What happened to him?" I wanted to know. All he remembered was that Weng Weng may have died.

I then tracked down action director, goon and award-winning stuntman Eddie Nicart. Eddie was director on five of Weng Weng's films, and had trained him to become a stuntman. Even he couldn't tell me what happened to him, or remember Weng Weng's real name.

The Search For Weng Weng was hitting a brick wall at the end of a blind alley. Such is the relentless nature of popular culture; precious things become lost beneath its ever-shifting sands.

Out of the blue, a legman called Rene sent me a text: "I found WW's brother." A day later I'm at the doorway to a modest Pasay dwelling face to face with Celing de la Cruz, his only surviving sibling, and an older and taller replica of Weng Weng.


Celing not only gave me Weng Weng's often heartbreaking life story, but also drove me in his jeepney to the home Weng Weng (real name Ernesto) was born in, and guided me to his final resting place in Pasay City Cemetery.

I remember placing my hand on Weng Weng's simple concrete tomb and feeling like I'd finally completed a seemingly impossible quest for the Holy Grail - that is, if the Grail was a two foot nine James Bond.

Flash forward to 2012: I'm only days away from my eighth visit to Manila, a place I now regard as my second home, where those B film pioneers are now my friends and associates. Griffith University in Brisbane invited me to turn my research into a doctoral thesis on genre filmmaking in the Philippines. I now lecture in Pinoy B films, and this trip will travel the country's university campuses, preaching an alternate history of Philippine Cinema, with Weng Weng as its focal point and avatar.

As for The Search For Weng Weng, the project was taken over by Australian TV with me as Associate Producer and mutated into Machete Maidens Unleashed, a broader history of drive-in trash from the Philippines, which has since screened all over the world. I'm certainly proud of Machete…, but my dream project is still in a thousand pieces, and if any equally obsessive producers out there are interested in sharing in my madness, please drop me a line, or I'll see you in class!

Australian-born Andrew Leavold is a published author, film festival curator, musician, TV presenter, filmmaker, and above all, unrepentant and voracious fan of eccentric and lowbrow cinema.  He will be giving a series of talks in the Philippines at the following venues:  June 27: College of Mass Communication, UP Diliman, Quezon City; July 4: University of San Carlos, Cebu; July 5: La Salle, Bacolod City; July 11: College of Mass Communication, UP Diliman, Quezon City; July 13: UP Baguio. He can be reached at andrewleavold@gmail.com.

100 Reasons Why I Love The Philippines (In No Particular Order) Part One

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100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #1: Howdy Pilgrims! Daniel Palisa and I outside the ruins of the Diplomat Hotel in mountainous Baguio, scene of the ultimate nuns-with-machine-guns battle in They Call Her Cleopatra Wong (1978). It was originally a Dominican monastery in the 1800s before it was a hotel, then taken over by a Faith movement, and has been in ruins for over 20 years. And there it was, after a 20 minute drive uphill: the convent from Cleopatra Wong. Scanning the mouldering rooftops, my head was filled with visions of Bobby's moustache-clad nuns falling to their deaths in slow motion. I'm sure, somewhere amidst the slime-covered fountains and bombed-out rooms there's a metaphor for the Philippines film industry somewhere...

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #2: Cebu. Man I love that place. We stayed at a fantastic backpackers called Kukuk's Nest (actually more like an artist's retreat) for two days with our incredible host Maria Victoria Beltran and her zombie-filmmaker progeny Ivan Zaldarriaga, ate and drank like kings, dropped anchor off an island and lazed in pith helmet on the crystal-clear sea, tore through the Church of Santo Nino, and managed to squeeze in a "Bamboo Gods" talk at the University of San Carlos courtesy of the VERY generous and welcoming head of cinema studies Misha Anissimov. Here's what remained of the USC film geeks...thank you Cebu!!!

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #3: The desert in Ilocos Norte. The north-west part of Luzon island, twelve hours drive from Manila, is the last place you'd expect sand dunes, and that's what makes the Philippines' terrain so adaptable for movies. Cirio Santiago shot most of his post-apocalypse films nearby, and here at Fort Ilocandia - looking a little greener than usual thanks to the recent typhoon - Jim Gaines Jr shows me where Teddy Chiu shot him and Cynthia Khan in the futuristic kickboxing "epic" ETERNAL FIST/FIST OF STEEL (1992). This shot was taken just one minute before we received the phone call: "Madame Imelda is waiting for you..."

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #4: Cecille Baun, the Godmother of Gore and Queen of Special Effects. This humble and generous lady, pictured in her workshop with me and Daniel Palisa and one of her many burnt rubber babies, revolutionized the way effects were created for the local film industry way back in the early Seventies, then went on to such diverse projects as Apocalypse Now, Platoon, Hamburger Hill (for which she was nominated for an Academy Award), Shake Rattle And Roll, the Darna series, Raw Force, and John Sayle's recent Amigo. Needless to say, Dani and I completely ran amok in her toystore!!

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #5: Dolphy. The Pinoy King of Comedy passed away July 10th after seven decades in show business; here's a photo of a screening of his parody film James Batman (1966) - in which Dolphy plays James Bond AND Batman, and often in the same shot! - we did two days later in an artists' space in Baguio. I had the honour of meeting and interviewing Dolphy back in 2007, and having watching around fifty of his films I understood the enormous outpouring of emotion at his passing; as if an precious part of the Philippines' collective consciousness has departed this world forever. Screening James Batman that night was a raw, bittersweet experience, but made that much richer by sharing it with the crazed rice wine-swilling, bongo-bopping Baguio crowd (thanks Uber Alles!). RIP Dolphy.

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #6: House parties at Richard Somes'. We bring a shopping bag full of Tanduay rum and mixer, Richard cooks up half a caribou, the horror directors come on over with the old Goons, and twelve hour later... Somes (in white t-shirt) is one of the most interesting genre directors currently working in the Philippines, his latest aswang film Corazon making a killing at the local box office; Maria Rico Ilarde (second from right) is also a veteran horror guy, currently completing a Regal film about a killer fridge (!!), while Ato Bautista (right) is the more avant-garde of the three - see his genre-bending Carnivore and The Night Infinite. Daniel Palisa and I are flanked by veteran B actors - and Apocalypse Now extras! - Jim Gaines Jr (left) and Don Gordon Bell (front). Mabuhay!

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #6: Wallpaper. Specifically, the wallpaper in the home of Celso Ad Castillo, one the of the greatest ever filmmakers the Philippines has ever produced - Burlesk Queen (1977) with Vilma Santos, the horror classics Kill Barbara With Panic (1974) and Maligno (1978), iconic adult films Isla (1984) with Maria Isabel Lopez and the Soft Drink Beauties' Snake Sisters (1984), and that's just a hint at an extraordinary career. Daniel Palisa and I did the pilgrimage to his family house in Laguna, just over three hours drive from Manila, and for the next six hours drank rum and brandy, and talked about movies and laughed and plotted a collaboration. Keep watching this space...

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #7: Guns. It's a gun-happy culture. Even the signs at the Manila Zoo say "Please leave your handguns at the counter". So OF COURSE you're going to find a shooting range in the sub-basement of the Makati Square trip mall. There were .45s, 9mms, a .22 (pictured) that pierced armour and went off like a landmine, and a pump action shotgun that screamed "F*ck you!!!" every time you discharged an empty shell. And yes, I am still vegan.

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #8: Jeepneys. Those garishly-decorated reconditioned troop carriers that clog up roads and cost less than twenty cents a trip. Cel was our driver from Laoag Airport and he agreed to be our driver for the two days in Ilocos Norte; in return he received twice his regular wage plus he came to Imelda Marcos' birthday party with us. Believe me, there's nothing classier than turning up to the Marcos mansion in a jeepney!

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #9: The Kids. These are the remains of UP Diliman's ISA (Interdependent Student-Centred Activism) organization after a three hour lecture and DVD compilation of Pinoy B films, one of four campus talks I did last visit. Watching the kids lose their minds over the collected works of Weng Weng, Bobby A. Suarez and Cirio H. Santiago is a subversive joy unto itself and makes for a loose, fun, carnival-like atmosphere inside those hallowed halls of learning. Thank you Marko Yambao for inviting me, and hope to see you guys soon!


100 REASONS WHY I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES #10: Contrabidas, or screen villains. If you were making an action film in the Philippines, you too would cast veteran actor with 25 years of films under his black belt and gold medalist in Tae Kwon Do Monsour del Rosario, pictured here in his Makati City Hall office with me and Daniel Palisa, as your contrabida. Picture this: we've just handed him our script, we get the thumbs-up, and to seal the deal we head down to the police shooting range in City Hall's basement to blast away on his custom-made 45. Even by non-Tae Kwon Do standards, pure Gold.

Force Of The Shaolin Boxer (1980)

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1980 – Force Of The Shaolin Boxer(Twin Dragon Films)

[Philippines release date 25th April 1980, original title "Pedrong Palaka"/"Pedro The Frog"; released internationally by Cinex Films/F. Puzon Film Enterprises Inc, listed on the Greek VHS cover as "Forge Of Shaolin Boxer"]

TAGALOG VERSION CREDITS: Director“Reginald King”/Rey Malonzo Producer [uncredited] Rey Malonzo Cinematography Ver Dauz Music Snafu Rigor Editor Joe Mendoza Sound Effects Editors“Jhun”/Jun Cabrales, Rudy Cabrales Sound Supervisor Rolly Ruta Assistant Editors Rogelio Betez, Bonnie de Guzman

Cast Rey Malonzo (Pedrong Palaka [export version: Pei Fong]), Boy Fernandez, John Chan (export version: Cobra Po Chan), Christina Diaz, Don Pepot (export version: Lee Wong), Katherine Santos, Danny Rojo (Cobra's Fighter), Dante Javier


EXPORT VERSION CREDITS: Director "Reymond"/Rey Malonzo Cinematography Ver Dauz Music Snafu Rigor Editor Joe Mendoza Sound Effects Editors “Jhun”/Jun Cabrales, Rudy Cabrales Sound Supervisor Rolly Ruta Assistant Editors Rogelio Betez, Bonnie de Guzman

Cast “Reginald King”/Rey Malonzo, Johnny Leoncio, Arthur Simon, Sandra Dee, Sheryl Monario?, Dante Javier

Mini-review by Andrew Leavold

Cinex Films' export credits highlight shots of a cobra in the jaws of a frog, the powerful metaphor at the heart of the not-so-powerful kung fu feature FORCE OF THE SHAOLIN BOXER, a product of martial arts specialist Rey Malonzo, also in the producer's and director's chairs, delivering a by-the-numbers goon-fu flick with generic action thrills and vague exotic touches. Malonzo plays Pei Fong - Pedro in the original Tagalog version - a slightly-built Shaolin Temple initiate known for his lightning speed, frog-like leaps and as a "crusader for Good". The night he's made a Golden Master (possibly your only chance to see a naked Malonzo in metallic paint), his mother is left for dead by evil cousin Cobra Po Chan (Taiwanese kung fu star John Chan), also the killer of Pei Fong's father, who steals not only the family fortune but Pei Fong's fiancé San Ling. Pei Fong sets out on an epic voyage to avenge his family and to rescue San Ling, a journey which finds him shipwrecked on an island ruled by a primitive tribe, and bound and marked for execution as a dreaded "outlander". The Great Chief's daughter Kalia takes pity on him and arranges his escape, but not before she becomes pregnant with his child; caught once more, Pei Fong manages to battle it out with Kalia's betrothed Lawin to secure his freedom, and if fate allows it, promises to return to her one day. Further along the road he inadvertently stumbles into a kung fu tournament, wins, and is taken in by fight promoter Lee Wong (comedian Don Pepot) as his new champion. Sure enough, Lee Wong's rival is the dreaded Cobra, and after tearing through Cobra's stable of fighters - Malonzo's battle to the death with a mean-looking, spike-gloved Danny Rojo in a warehouse-cum-funhouse is easily the film's highlight - he sets out to liberate both San Ling and the pregnant Kalia, and face off against Cobra: frog stealth versus snake venom. Recommended for goon fetishists and Malonzo completists only.

You Me And Imelda article 01/09/12

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You, Me and Imelda: Brisbane Filmmakers' Unexpected Philippines Adventure

Dan Nancarrow’s interview with Andrew Leavold and Daniel Palisa in Brisbane Times, 01/09/12
 
The crowd of celebrity well-wishers, foreign dignitaries and family members had gathered for Imelda Marcos's elaborate 83rd birthday party in the Philippines in July this year.
 
Trudging through the mass were two wild-haired Brisbane filmmakers, looking less than glamourous in damp black t-shirts.
 
Jim Gaines Jr and I on the sand dunes of Fort Ilocandia waiting on a phone call from Mrs Marcos
Andrew Leavold and Danny Palisa had arrived in the Philippines a few days earlier with the hope of interviewing the country's former First Lady on camera.
 
And now here they were, dripping wet after a sightseeing expedition in stifling heat, being welcomed into her inner sanctum. Mrs Marcos had called them over and introduced them to her closest friends and family.
 
"We're sitting in the VIP section expecting to be asked to leave," Palisa said.
 
"Everyone is looking at us like they were saying, 'Who are these guys?' ''
 
It's a story as outlandish as the storylines of the B-films Leavold and Palisa adore. But it's the sort of occurrence the pair have gotten more and more used to as they delved deeper into the Filipino movie industry.
 
Daniel Palisa (right) and I in the front seat of a Laoag jeepney, Ilocos Norte

The two filmmakers have been embraced by the Philippines' splendidly bizarre film community over the past six years. They've found a niche in the Southeast Asian country by chronicling its film history - all the while making friends in high places.
 
Their journey through the country began six years ago, when Leavold, the ex-owner of the now-closed West End cult film emporium Trash Video, went searching for traces of film star Weng Weng.
 
Weng Weng, a dwarf born Ernesto de la Cruz, is the Filipino James Bond whose face Leavold has tattooed on his upper left arm in mock-religious tribute.
 
Leavold's documentary on the star of For Y'ur Height Only and The Impossible Kid has been screened before in earlier cuts at film festivals. It sees him interviewing Weng Weng's co-stars and film crew trying to track down the whereabouts of the star, who died in 1992.
While Leavold eventually found the resting place of Weng Weng, he felt he needed a more fitting ending and tribute to the martial artist/actor. And went about remedying that situation earlier this year.
 
"I could still finish it but I needed something to tie the whole thing together and that was this bizarre quest to track down Imelda," he said.
 
In 1990, Weng Weng was recognised for services to the Filipino film industry by Mrs Marcos. After she presented him with the award, he reportedly joined her on stage and they sang a duet of My Way. [Incorrect, Mr Nancarrow - you’ve fallen victim to recycling urban myths!]
 
After an exchange of emails with Mrs Marcos's press secretary the pair were told to go to Manila "and wait further instructions''.
 
They then successfully negotiated plans to see the First Lady there and somehow found themselves invited to Batac, where Mrs Marcos would be celebrating her 83rd birthday.
 

Meeting with Mrs Marcos in her Batac mansion the day of the celebrations, Leavold and Palisa found it hard to extract anything insightful from her on camera, with preparations for the party going on in the background.
 
"The sound was terrible, the picture was dodgy and all she wanted to do was talk about anything but cinema," he said.
 
"At the end of it I thought I had nothing, at the most a couple of pub stories. Even if we go home now it's sort of been worth it.
 
"Then she taps me on the arm and says 'Let's do this again tomorrow. But meanwhile would you like to accompany me to my 83rd birthday party?' "
 

With their minder and Jeepney driver, they were escorted to the neighbouring sports stadium were the festivities were being held.
 
"We walked in and we thought we were going to be sitting up at one of the very back tables, but we're marched past the mayors and the provincial aides and the governors and such, past the band who are looking at us like 'Who the hell are these guys?'," Palisa said.
 
"Then we're walked into the VIP section behind the band and seated one table away from Imelda among the Marcos clan, the Chinese ambassador to Laoag and heads of banks."
 

Thinking they'd be asked to leave at any point they were pleasantly surprised when Mrs Marcos called them over and introduced them to her family.
 
They stayed for four hours, watching Mrs Marcos's introduction the to crowd as "the most beautiful woman in the world, Mama Imelda" and soaking up the entertainment which included a 1970s crooner doing a duet with Mrs Marcos. Lastly they took part in a ritual where the former First Lady sat on a throne surrounded in flowers while each guest lined up to hand her a single rose.
 
"I handed the rose over and gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her for letting us come to her party," Leavold said.
 
"She said it was her pleasure. She had charmed the pants off us. She completely disarmed every expectation we had about her."
 
Leavold and Palisa had clearly endeared themselves to Imelda too.
 
Roy Arabejo and I watch the unfolding festivities
The next day the pair interviewed Mrs Marcos again, but not before they were taken to the mausoleum where Ferdinand Marcos's frozen body is kept, where the former First Lady planted a kiss on the glass box that encases him.
 
But as surreal as their trip had been, the filmmakers did manage to get some work done.
 
Over the course of two interviews (after a much more open exchange with Mrs Marcos the next day) the pair got the ''money shot" their Weng Weng documentary needed for completion.
 
"On the first day I asked her, 'Do you remember Weng Weng?' and you could see that it shook her out of her pre-prepared loop," he said.
 
Confirming that Weng Weng had been a visitor to the Marcos palace, she said he had been invited because he made the couple laugh.
 

"She then started delivering this beautiful soliloquy about how Weng Weng was the 'little Filipino' who overcome his disability to become something extraordinary," he said.
 
But the artistry of Weng Weng wasn't the only issue the pair wanted to put to Mrs Marcos.
The pair are working on another documentary - The Most Beautiful Creatures On The Skin Of The Earth - centred on the Marcos family's relationship with cinema.
 
The documentary looks at the political and cultural importance of cinema to the Marcos's grip on the Philippines throughout their 20 years in power, beginning with the successful campaign film that help skyrocket Ferdinand Marcos to high office in the 1960s.
 
In particular Mrs Marcos, the driving force behind the creation of the Manila Film Centre, was asked about the films produced through the centre in the 1980s.
 
"In the early eighties, after the [Marcos critic and Filipino Senator] Benigno Aquino, Jr. assassination, Marcos's opponents - in particular the Catholic Church - started to gain ammunition against Marcos, who had a tenuous grip on power at the time," he said.
 
"All of a sudden pornography reappears - but state-sanctioned and state-funded pornography courtesy of the Manila Film Centre.
 
"If you imagine films would have been the panacea to soothe a troubled population then you can say that escapist films and films that make it look like the government supported arts and culture would be a good distraction from what was really going on in the Philippines - assassinations, endemic poverty and a real Communist uprising.
 
"It's pretty well agreed within critical circles in the Philippines that porn, along with horror, was the great distraction."
 
Combining extreme sex and violence, the films of the eighties were lapped up by the general population and the era is critically regarded as the last golden age of Filipino cinema.
 
"I asked her how she reconciled the pornographic films that the [government-owned] Experimental Cinema of the Philippines was funding?" he said.
 
She told Leavold that a pornographic film could be made as long as it ''corresponded to the true, the good and the beautiful''.
 
"So you could have a pornographic film as long as it was 'beautiful', or if it told 'the truth' about something," he said. "If it was artistic than it told a truth. If it was something that was anti-Marcos than it clearly wasn't about the truth.
 
"Her mantra was easily adaptable."
 
Leavold and Palisa are among those filmmakers who hold many of those experimental Filipino films of the '80s in the highest regard.
 
Which makes their third project possibly the most attractive to the pair.
 
Through their contacts they have made in the local industry they have scripted a film, Blood Red Sea, which has been taken on by the Film Academy of the Philippines, that reunites some of the country's action stars of the 1980s.
 
In the coming months Palisa is moving to the Philippines to work on the project, a prospect which he admits is quite daunting. But the pair shouldn't have anything to fear.
 
As Mrs Marcos might remind them, they have friends in high places.
 
"The thing about the Philippines is it is a weird and magical place," Leavold said.
 
"If you allow things to happen they will.''
 
The final cut of The Search for Weng Weng is expected to be released next year.
 
Production of The Most Beautiful Creatures On The Skin Of The Earth is ongoing.

 
Daniel Palisa under an enormous tiled portrait of Ferdinand
 
Mrs Marcos says hi to Daniel's camera
Jim Gaines Jr (left) and Dani with Mrs Marcos and her assistants, on board the bulletproof Marcos bus


Roy, me and Jim on the verandah of the Malacanang Of The North


 

Sex Blood And Betamax interview 2012

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Sex, Blood, And Betamax Tapes

Interview with Andrew Leavold by Don Jaucian, The Philippine Star 21/07/12

When the history books of Philippine cinema will finally be dusted off, rewritten and repurposed for future generations of filmgoers, the entire segment of Pinoy B-movies will probably be relegated to a mere footnote; a fleeting mention of a sprawling narrative about weird creatures, exploitation films, goons dressed up as nuns, and bionic boys shuffling around the world’s film circuit, brandishing the flag of the Filipino filmmaking industry like a leprous cousin.

What’s even more interesting is that these films actually made money and sustained the local film industry for 40 years. Filipino B-movies were in demand worldwide. Filmmakers like Eddie Romero, Gerry de Leon, and Cirio Santiago (two of whom were anointed as National Artists for Film for their more significant works) made a killing with films like Mad Doctor of Blood Island, The Big Dollhouse, and Cleopatra Wong. These films were co-productions with international producers and made with one-tenth of a budget of a regular Hollywood fare. These English-dubbed movies featured mutated humans, bionic boys, gay satanic bikers, armies of Aztec midgets, and nubile Caucasian and African-American women in bamboo cages in the middle of the jungle.

It’s this lowbrow circus freakshow of a film subculture that drew Australian film historian and filmmaker Andrew Leavold to Pinoy B movies.

What The Hell?

“I think initially the ‘What the hell?’ factor drew me to these films; the feeling that these films came out of a parallel universe where the rules of filmmaking have been turned on their heads. As I started watching more films I realized that there was definitely a style of filmmaking which was quite foreign to Western audiences but once you get used to the taste, it’s absolutely exhilarating. It would be like watching Swedish art cinema for the first time,” says Andrew.

Andrew has been going back to the Philippines (which he considers his second home) after meeting Cinemanila Film Festival director Tikoy Aguiluz in an Australian film festival he curated several years ago. This ignited his search for his personal holy grail: a two-foot-nine midget B-movie actor known as Weng Weng. He has since dedicated his life making his documentary The Search for Weng Weng, which until now remains in a thousand pieces after an Australian producer picked it up and mutated into Machete Maidens Unleashed.

Weng Weng

“For me, Weng Weng is so deeply affecting purely because it has become a personal journey,” he relates. “It acknowledges Weng Weng the human being rather than Weng Weng the karate-kicking novelty. I’m uncovering the story that no one in the Philippines seems to have done. I just found it astounding that even the guy who trained and directed him in five films didn’t even know his real name. I met the director of the first Weng Weng film, Dante Boy Pangilinan, two weeks ago. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I embraced him like a lost brother. It was a weird moment. Weird sh*t tends to happen around the Weng Weng saga because I suspect he’s sitting on my shoulder, directing from behind the scenes.”

Andrew is also deeply fond of another actor who made his name in B-movie parodies of Hollywood films, Dolphy. His perspective on the comedy king’s career brings to light an alternative track running amok with comic book heroes, secret agents, and a whole lot of kung fu films. Weng Weng and Dolphy even worked in several films together including Stariray, The Quick Brown Fox, and D’ Wild Weng Weng. Both Dolphy and Weng Weng symbolized the ordinary Filipino in movies, taking on Hollywood clichés and dipping them into a uniquely Filipino perspective. 
 
Andrew Leavold with Dolphy, 2007
Dolphy As James Batman

“In the parody films, Dolphy’s vaudeville shtick translated perfectly once he started being featured in a starring role in the 1960s. The parody speaks so much about a playful anarchy and guerilla-style tactics taking potshots at Hollywood with a distorted mirror image of what it stole. There’s James Batman, where Dolphy played James Bond and Batman at the same time. That stuff is just genius. There were other films like Adolpong Hitler, Dolfinger. Where in the world would you find films like that?” Andrew explains.

For Y’ur Height Only: In the 1981 Manila International Film Festival, Eddie Nicart’s For Y’ur Height Only, a mockery of the Western spy films, was the only film that was sold to international distributors, beating out films by Fernando Poe Jr. and Lino Brocka.

Five years ago, he had the opportunity of meeting Dolphy for The Search for Weng Weng. The King of Comedy talked about working with the diminutive hero, and his own struggle to become one of the country’s top comedians.

“These were the golden moments in The Search for Weng Weng, sitting at a dinner table with Dolphy, eating pandesal and talking about 50-60 years of being a part of Pinoy experience which I could only experience second-hand. He does comedy well and he gets what the audience wants from these kinds of films. I’ve watched about 50 films of his. I don’t understand everything, but I get it. It’s going to be tough living in a world without Dolphy,” he says.

Andrew Leavold next to export specialists Cine Suerte's van, 2008
A F*Ck You To Hollywood

Despite the ridiculousness of B movies and parodies like Dancing Master, Terror is a Man, and TNT Jackson, these are all cudgels of cinematic heritage that academics and film historians shouldn’t overlook. They might be low-grade spectacles of blood, sex, violence and slapstick catering to a lower class of audience, but these are great examples of the Filipino ingenuity in filmmaking, producing highly marketable films made with very low budgets and were distributed in drive-ins, theaters, and homes around the world. These co-productions became the training ground of Filipino filmmakers, however shoddy the resulting films were, guided by international standards that trickled into local cinema.

“Let’s talk about pulp and commercial cinema [in a way] that isn’t condescending; in ways that actually do recognize achievement,” Andrew relates. “More than anything, Weng Weng represents a ‘f*ck you’ to Hollywood; that they were able to take on Empire Strikes Back, in the West Indies in Christmas of ’82 and beat them. It is the little Pinoy guy saying we can do it on our terms even if we have to steal the James Bond idea and have a midget James Bond with a small budget and still come out a winner. I think that’s incredibly cool. These were the Filipino guys who are able to do some amazing things on their own terms and resources. They showed such ingenuity and pioneering spirit, forging distribution channels rather than piggybacking on the Hollywood dream machine.”

The Tanduay Rum Diaries Part One

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THE TANDUAY RUM DIARIES #1: THE MOST FAMOUS CROSS-DRESSING MIDGET IN THE PHILIPPINES (AT THIS PRESENT MOMENT)

[Previously published on the Mondo Macabro blog, April 2012]

"Mura's up for an interview," I tell Big Jim Gaines.

Long story, but he's my muscle in Manila: six foot-something, half African-American, martial artist and kung fu actor from the Seventies onwards, and if you watch Apocalypse Now, he's the tall black guy next to Robert Duvall.

The Philippines' obsession with midgets hadn't ended with Weng Weng, I'm pleased to report. Only months before my trip, a tongue-in-cheek rehash of the Pinoy Bond series from the Sixties and Seventies had hit Manila screens starring boy-faced heartthrob Vhong Navarro. The original Agent X-44, forgotten action hero Tony Ferrer who's now into his Seventies and bloated from diabetes, returned as Tony Falcon role; Vhong is his reserve. And in a nod to For Y'ur Height Only, the 1981 midget spy spoof in which Ferrer plays Weng Weng's white-suited boss, reserve agent Vhong's own reserve agent is played a three foot-something midget superstar named.

"Where's the interview?" asks Jim. "His place. Tondo." Agent X-44's director Joyce Bernal had texted me Mura's cellphone number several days before. "Tondo?" His eyebrows nearly touch the tip of his bald dome. "Dude, I'm going with you."

Tondo, it turns out, is Manila's Compton. A sprawling mini-city of one and two-story buildings near Manila's oldest port, housing some of the poorest inhabitants of Manila, and shanties made from packing crates and shop signs filling up the spaces between buildings for the even poorer, it's a grim slumscape made less depressing by the teeming life everywhere. Kids splashing in flooded laneways or on sidewalks doing dodgy deals, corner stores doing roaring trade in cigarettes and Smart Chat mobile loads - the place is humming, positively vibrating. Some of these shanties, so-called temporary dwellings for the itinerant or the landless, I suspect, have been here longer than the bricks.

To the rest of the Manila, Tondo's a myth, the birthplace of gutter Cinderellas and hoods like Asiong Salonga. Fellow Tondo-born icon and future President Joseph Estrada sealed his reputation by blasting up cinema screens as Salonga in 1961, a full ten years after the real gunslinger was shot in the head outside a Tondo corner store, and his story of a sewer rat turning to a life of crime been retold at least three times since to audiences weaned on tabloid cinema, if only to counter its cheap and tawdry thrills with the old "crime doesn't pay" routine. Other Tondo barakos (tough guys) have also been given the star treatment. Poor, and dangerous: that's how the rest of Manila knows Tondo.

The next day, Jim and I are in a cab driving along Tondo's main drag, looking in vain for Mura's turnoff. Steel gates on the west side block out the port facilities, while the eastern view from President Ferdinand E. Marcos Highway reveals just a hint of Tondo's endless warrens. It's hard to believe the most famous midget in the Philippines AT THIS MOMENT lives in the midst of such chaos.

Mura - real name Allan Padua - had become famous several years before as one half of a midget duo for ABS-CBN show Masayang Tanghali Bayan ["Good Afternoon Nation"] called Mura and Mahal (that's Tagalog for "cheap" and "expensive"). Noemi "Mahal" Tesorero was already established on TV from playing little girls and miniature Mae Wests; in real life she was a scandal magnet, confounding the press with tales of her disastrous relationships, and sexy home videos that had somehow slipped into the public domain.

During his stint with Mahal, Mura would dress up in little girls’ clothes to appear as Mahal’s twin. Which also makes Mura the most famous cross-dressing midget in the Philippines. Despite subsequent roles sans dresses as Mars Ravelo’s Tiny Tony, as Nine Volt in Volta, and opposite Vhong Navarro as a friendly kiddie spook in Joyce Bernal's horror-comedy D'Anothers, he's remembered by many as a she. "Is she still around?" asked another curious cab driver. "She's a he," I relayed. "No…………" The driver looked genuinely disturbed. I hope I didn't shatter any hetero-specific fantasies he may have secretly harboured.

The cab stops, and two cops walk up to the passenger window. It's ten in the morning and they're clearly on amphetamines with bugging, almost varnished yellow eyeballs and the drug-sweats pouring out of them profusely. Jim warily winds down his window.

JIM: Jacinto Street po?

COP: (Peers through the window and starts babbling excitedly) You need police escort? You pay me? (Laughs hysterically) How much you give me?

JIM: (Winds window up) Drive!

Fifteen minutes later, we miraculously arrive at our destination. As the cab pulls up outside a two story karaoke venue, we're surrounded by eager urchins all yelling the familiar "Hello Joe!", the companion phrase to "Victory Joe!" reserved for GIs and random Caucasians since the Japanese defeat in '45. Moments like these you need to throw them a fistful of Twinkies and Seven-Ups and beat your own hasty retreat.

At the top of the narrow flight of stairs we're ushered into a large area flanked with karaoke speakers and plastic chairs stacked prior to showtime. Celina Racho, an immaculately dressed lady who is Mura's manager and, we deduce, karaoke queen, introduces herself. "And this," she says, "is Mura."

I turn around expecting someone at eye level, then look downwards to around knee height. A miniature man, no taller or larger than a seven year old boy, stretches out his perfectly-proportioned hand. "Hello," he squeaks, "I am Mura."

Celina shows us to Mura's dayroom: empty expect for a couch and TV, painted in vivid slashes of red and yellow. Mura's originally from Bicol province, and is taken care of by his manager and her husband, a businessman and politician. Similar to Weng Weng's story, I mentally note. How right I was.

Mura sits on the red couch opposite me and my camera. Big Jim translates, as Mura has only recently learnt Tagalog and, in his words, "No speak Engliss!"

"How old were you when you were discovered?" I ask Mura.

"Twenty three." With his cheeky grin, cherub cheeks and boy's clothes, Mura looks no older than seven. "And how old are you now, may I ask?"

"Thirty one."

My mouth must have hit the concrete floor, and Mura giggles. He then tells the story of how he was paired with Mahal, and on the second fitting produced the fateful dress. How did you feel, I ask, becoming famous for dressing up as a girl?

"It's work. I couldn't do anything. At first it was a surprise, I did not expect it. But people said that it fit me, that I look like a girl." He giggles again. "People said that I looked a lot prettier than Mahal."

I ask Mura if the role as Vhong's diminutive sidekick in Agent X-44 was written for him. "They wanted a Weng Weng to be cast opposite Tony Ferrer," he replies.

This makes sense! "Have you seen Weng Weng as Agent OO?"

"Yes, when I was very young. When he jumped out of the helicopter" - he starts miming the actions - "and jumps with the umbrella, and with the balloons. I appreciate Weng Weng, he's very good."

More than any time before, Weng Weng's legacy in the Philippines has become so much clearer. I ask Mura if he would ever star in a remake of an Agent OO film?

"It is my wish," he beams, "to have solo film."

The mind starts clicking into hyperdrive. "I'll make it for you!" I declare. Mura seems pleased, and I'm in a near-state of ecstasy.

Back on the street, I point the camera at the Agent X-44 poster tacked lazily to the wall. Before I can mouth the words "establishing shot", Jim walks up and says in a low, authoritative voice: "Uh...put your camera away, dude."

"I just want to get a clean shot of..."

"Dude, put the fucking camera away. Now walk towards the main road…(We head towards the main road) Walk a little faster. (We're now practically in a sprint) Now let’s get across the road. Don’t worry about the traffic. (We weave recklessly through four lanes of cars and trucks) Jump in the first jeepney you see. Don’t hail a cab, just get in."

Facing each other across the back of the jeepney - those decorated covered former army jeeps converted into cheap public transport - Jim finally relaxes.

ME: "Are you going to tell me what all that was about?"

JIM: "Dude, I know you were all excited about meeting the midget and shit, but JESUS CHRIST, man, this is the worst fucking neighbourhood in Manila! This is where kids practice working for the Syndicate by shooting live targets! Did you see those two guys with handguns down the front of their pants walking towards us?"

ME: "Um....no...."

JIM: "And you’re waving around a four grand camera! Look at us - the Nigger and the White Trash? We stick out like fucking dog’s balls!"

Jim lights up a cigarette, and laughs at my mortified expression.

In early 2011, I hear from actor Jo Mari Avella that Mura was thrown from a tricycle in his home town of Albay in Bicol, and had broken both legs. Penniless and in desperate need of handouts from fellow TV personalities to pay for his rehabilitation, he resorted to begging on ABS-CBN. Thankfully one of his co-stars made decent press mileage out of handing over a cheque for Mura's rehab. To date, the little guy hasn't made it back into show business, and is in danger of sinking into the obfuscating muck of "who the fuck are you?"

The parallels between Mura's story and Weng Weng's are disturbing: celebrity midget, ubiquitous star of films and TV shows, living out of his manager's pocket and in their home, only to find himself ill, on the poorhouse's doorstep and relying on charity. At some point Mura's manager should be grabbed by her power-dressing lapels, and have the answer shaken out of her to the question, "Where did all the money from Star Cinema and ABS-CBN go?" And if there wasn't enough money to go around, why not? Sadly, the Philippines is full of stories of their celebrities outliving their usefulness and dying hungry and destitute, a symptom of a disposable pop culture which throws its forgotten waste on the smoking piles of refuse. Not surprisingly, Manila's most famous dump called Smoky Mountain, no less than a Breugel vision of Hell and home to thousands of squatters living off the dump's bountiful harvests before its redevelopment in 2007, is barely a kilometre up the road from Mura's playhouse.

Against odds such as this, and with Weng Weng's life story ringing alarm bells loudly, these fingers at least are crossed for Mura's speedy recovery and return to the limelight.

Naked Vengeance (1985)

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1985 - Naked Vengeance(D.S. Pictures/M.P. Films/Westbrook)

[US/Filipino co-production shot around Baguio, with second unit in New York and possibly Los Angeles; production supervised by Roger Corman's Concorde-New Horizons company, who retained the US theatrical rights. Also released on Danish VHS as "Ra Haevn", on Swedish VHS as "Hamnd Utan Nad", and in Turkey as "Intikam". IMDB lists "Satin Vengeance" as an unconfirmed alternate title]

Director/Producer Cirio H. Santiago Story/Second Unit Director Anthony Maharaj Writer Reilly Askew Dialogue Supervisor Joseph Zucchero Executive Producers Anthony Maharaj, [uncredited] Roger Corman Cinematography Ricardo Remias Music Ron Jones Theme Song "Still Got a Love" WriterMichael Cruz Singer Deborah Tranelli Editors Noah Blough, Pacífico Sánchez Sound Mixer/Production Sound Mixer George E. Mahlberg First Assistant Director Jose Mari Avellana Second Assistant Director José Torres Production Coordinator Dick A. Reyes Production Manager Honorato Perez Art Directors Boyet Camaya, Ronnie Cruz Location Manager Glenn Parian Casting [Manila] Henry Strzalkowski Construction Supervisor Ben Otico Special Effects Jess Sto. Domingo Makeup Artists Teresa Mercader, Norma Remias Wardrobe Stylists Gloria Garcia, Remia Mendoza, Elvie Santos Stunts Ronald Asinas, Tony Beso, Greg Rocero, Carlito Varca Camera Operator Johnny Araojo First Assistant Camera Romeo Onofre Second Assistant Camera Jun Del Rosario Boom Operators Vicente Dona, Dalmacio Dumigpi Assistant Sound Recordist Bing [de] Santos Gaffer Proceso Lázaro Production Assistants Trinidad Sagarbarria, Paula Stein Post-Production Supervisor Ernesto Bontigas Assistant Editors Rudy Cabrales, Pat Abad Apprentice Editor Joe Gutt Account Supervisor Christopher R. Santiago Production Accountant Octavio Mabilangan Assistant Accountant Armando Lacsamana Production Secretaries Marivic Ramas, Cathy Schroeder Script Clerk Nonette J. Garcia Title Designer Robert Ulrich Still Photographer Nilo Odiaman

Cast Deborah Tranelli (Carla Harris), Kaz Garas (Fletch), Carmen Argenziano (Detective Russo), Bill McLaughlin (Sheriff John Cates), Ed Crick (Burke), George E. Mahlberg (George Butch), Nick Nicholson (Sparky), Don Gordon [Bell] (Arnie), David Light (Ray), Terrence O'Hara (Mark Harris), Steve Roderick (Timmy), Joseph Zucchero (Dr. Fellows), Helen McNeely (Mrs Olson), Doc McCoy (Mr Olson), Henry Strzalkowski (Deputy Frank Winston), Bill Kipp (Deputy Reilly), Rosemarie Gil (Jesse), Barbara Peers (Estelle), [uncredited] Nigel Hogge (Investigator), Steve Rogers (State Trooper), Phil Morrell (Mark's Killer), Mathew Westfall, Mike Cohen



Don Gordon Bell on Naked Vengeance:

I was one of the five rapists, with Nick Nicholson. Think my name was Arnie and Nick was Sparky. We had quite a challenge doing the rape scene...it was quite intense yet professional. Deborah Tranelli was a trooper and told me to really 'go down' close when I was, uh, well, going down on her just before her 'parents' arrive home. Most of the women on the set were upset at us for several days. (Sheesh, it's only acting)

Funniest thing was standing around in a 'jock-strap' that I was wearing, my buns hanging out. One of the STILL photographers caught me and gave me a copy but I lost that one.

I died a horrible death, being wounded by the revengeful "Carla" and knocked down into an Ice Crusher at the Ice House where my character Arnie worked. I had to improvise by duck taping a skateboard to my stomach and that way I could be pushed down the ramp with two huge blocks of ice behind me. Took three takes, first one the stuntmen pushed me to hard and cameras couldn't pan fast enough. 2nd take went great, but I got smashed with the ice inside the box. 3rd take, was the best, with the camera on short tripod the cameraman had to be pulled out of the way as I came screaming straight into the shot.

The last one I realized that I might hit so I grabbed the side of the box so I would not hit the camera and operator. The two blocks of ice knocked me upwards, slammed my head on the top, but gave them time to roll away. Both blocks of ice came to rest on top of me.

Director Cirio called out, in his usual calm voice, "Hey babe, you okay?" I was pinned against the back, unable to move the blocks off and no one was helping me. "NO, Direct! I am not okay...get me outta here." Everyone broke out laughing as Cirio called to "That's a Wrap!" By the time I got out, most had left the set. I went back to the hotel, with the skateboard still ducktaped to me, just for fun. AH, those were the days, what a way to make a living.


Phil Morrell on Naked Vengeance:

I worked for Roger Corman and Cannon films 1980/1987 mostly in the art department/set construction. Naked Vengeance was my first and last experience in front of the camera. I played the killer that started the film, and was at the end. It was fun. It's nice to see my name in the credits. As I have just read the guidelines I guess I'd better give my opinion of the film. I think it is a reasonably good film considering the budget. I think it may be one of the first woman vengeance films. I'm no expert. It may be too gruesome for some. It did play on channel 13 in the early 90's although very much censored. I liked it.

Mini-review by Andrew Leavold:

NAKED VENGEANCE (dir. Cirio H. Santiago, 1985) Deborah (Dallas) Tranelli plays Carla Harris, former actress and now rich housewife forced to witnesses her husband's brutal murder by a gun-wielding psycho. She flees to her parents' home amongst the pine tree-lined Californian hills of Silver Lake (actually Baguio, north of Manila!), only to become the object of her former home town's envy and lust. Having caught the unwanted sexual attentions of a repellent, utterly convincing pack of sociopaths, she is raped repeatedly, her parents are shot, and she is left for dead in a catatonic trance, only to snap into vengeance mode and track down each of her attackers ("Drown, bastard!") in satisfyingly gruesome ways. Equal parts I Spit On Your Grave and Ms .45, Naked Vengeance is exploitation cinema in the purest sense of the term, an intriguing and superbly paced riff on the familiar rape-revenge scenario, and arguably Santiago's finest work from the Eighties, with effective performances from his regulars: Nick Nicholson as rapist mechanic Sparky and a suave Don Gordon Bell playing ice worker (and soon-to-be ice cube) Arnie are in top form, as is David Light, the barkeep transformed by Carla into a human flambee. Joining the familiar faces are Henry Strzalkowski as a deputy, Joe Zucchero (with toupee) as Carla's befuddled doctor, and an uncredited Nigel Hogge as an investigator and Steve Rogers as a State Trooper. Carla's blood-drenched butcher shop duel with lead rapist Fletch (Final Mission's Kaz Garas) can be seen in its entirety in the unrated US version boasting 20 minutes more footage than the R-rated version sold to the rest of the world, along with the controversial in which Burke (Ed Crick) has his balls cut off and his body hooked to a moving speedboat - economically splicing I Spit On Your Grave's bathtub castration and boat scenes - and a harrowing rape montage that recalls Straw Dogs' grotesque carnival atmosphere rather than the documentary realism of I Spit… Cirio's best? Certainly with the three collaborations between Santiago and West Indian producer and writer Anthony Maharaj (see also Final Mission and the loopy Future Hunters), they scored a solid three out of three. Essential.  

Review from the Movie Censorship website:

Carla Harris has made it. She could escape from the small town, became an actress and married a good guy. Everything in her life is going well until this fateful night. Her husband is shot dead the offender could not be investigated. To get her sorrow under control Carla decides going back to her hometown to find a new lease of life at their parents. But her hometown receives her with mingled and doubtful feelings: Jealousness of former friends, envy and desire of the guys. Returning home ends up in a disaster….

Rape 'n' Revenge – should happen in this subgenre classic… NAKED VENGEANCE belongs to. The plot is simple and quite predictable but the screenplay itself tries to avoid evidently clichés and reaches well-ordered tracks after a clumsy opening with a constant solid suspense curve until the end. Despite all simplicities the positive aspect prevails: The characters act in a reasonable manner, the culmination with the multiple rapes is convincingly shocking and the following revenge is not as is customary in this genre. The Sheriff figures out pretty early how the wind blows and the hunt for the suspects gets soon into top gear. So she is huntress and prey at the same time. But the objects of revenge too react skilfully. They do not just kill the injured at the hospital but rather abide their time pulling strings behind the scenes. So it once already happens that the avenger is held up by a police road block after another murder, only just can escape before the hasty mustered mob drive her into a house. This house then is getting burned off above her head and she can only get out with difficulty. The end can almost be indicated as apocalyptic….

The actors all know their stuff. Deborah Tranelli in the leading role celebrated her biggest success 5 years later in the TV serial "Dallas" where she had a leading part in more than 120 episodes. Also in this movie she has some impressive moments. Her competence as Jazz musician has been used for recording the song "Still Got A Love" for the sound track. The bad guys Kaz Garas, Nick Nicholson and Don Gordon Bell are quasi components of a Santiago movie of the eighties confidently play their role. And director Cirio H. Santiago (suddenly deceased in September 2008) anyway belongs to the artists of the B-Action ware genre. With a very often low budget he creates expensive-looking movies usually belonging to the greatest exponents of the respective genres. I personally recommend the Mad-Max-Clone STRYKER (will also like NAM ANGELS be released uncut for the Export in the near future)!

Let's have a look now on the compared versions. The movie has been released as R-Rated and Unrated version within the USA. The R-Rated Version has been exported to several other countries like Australia and Germany. The UK version should also be based on the R-Rated but additionally close to 30 seconds have been cut. As the only known to me Unrated Version the US-Tape of Lighting-Video is qualified for the comparison. This tape on hand has been compared with the German VHS from Vestron Video (R-Rated) running about 20 minutes longer. It should not go unmentioned that both versions contain a huge amount of jump cuts. I also do not list every passage featuring a longer running scene in whatever version. I’ve narrowed down to for me important differences and really conspicuous ones. However I would recommend every gentle fan to have a look on the US-Tape. The presented screen shots originate from the tape. This was not only old and hackneyed but also has been digitized in addition and for the purpose of a better comparison adjusted to the norm. Therefore please accept my apologies for the partly lousy quality. Here and there the images haven been edited but not all in the same manner.
So Folks, Action....

A extra huge thank you today for baron666, who provides the extremely rare German VHS tape for me.

R-Rated version = 74:28 Min. (Pal)
Unrated version = 97:08 Min. (NTSC), 93:16 Min. Pal

Total difference = 18 minutes 52 seconds within 35 distinctions

6:18 Min.
The complete sequence of Mark’s funeral where Carla once again declares her love to him and says tearfully farewell is missing. Right before the restart of the R-Rated version with the arrival of the Cops, Carla packs Mark’s clothes.
( 101 sec. )

9:09 Min.
The Cop leaves and the two last shots are missing. Directly after the unrated version shows some external shots of Carla driving to her parents.
( 46 sec. )

11:24 Min.
Only in the unrated version Burke mutters "Bitch!" when she leaves the gas-station. In the R-Rated version the following side-view of the driving Carla is also missing.
( 8 sec. )

12:03 Min.
Now we’ve got a massive shortening of important storylines – because two leading characters get introduced. After Carla has been said welcome from her parents the first thing missing is: Shift on to the next day, Carla in undies mixing some stuff in the kitchen. Somebody’s knocking on the door it is Tim, a young employee of her parents begging for a glass of water. While she is getting the water for him he considers attentively her body. He then drinks the water and goes back to work. A little later Carla leaves for the city and tells her father, who works with Tim in the garden, good-bye. Daddy mentions that they are invited for tonight but Carla wants to stay at home. Tim incidentally catches this conversation and it seems that he apparently registers it. Now change to the city where Carla is driving along the street. Suddenly a van comes out reverse of a driveway and she barely can stop. It seems that the driver, Artie, just has prompted this, gets out of the van and starts flirting with Carla. She gets mad and the Sheriff is joining. A little tit for tat, Carla is still annoyed, the Sheriff acts cool and Artie blank-faced. With the scene of Carla strolling about the sidewalk the R-Rated version restarts. In total at a stretch it is missing….
( 259 sec. )

14:33 Min.
Carla says good bye to her parents. The unrated in addition has a scene where she looks at her hand with the wedding ring and an outside view of the bar.
( 17 sec. )

14:51 Min.
Carla comes into the club. Again a pretty long piece from the beginning of the following scene is missing. Burke notices her and then calls for her. But Carla takes no notice of him because she recognizes an old friend – Estelle– who also call for her. She takes a seat at her table and gets introduced to her husband. After some small talk the next old acquaintance - David-appears. Here too Carla is pleased with his company and he also takes a seat at the table. Estelle suddenly prompts verbal barbs; David should now be better at home with his wife. Then her jealousness shimmers through on Carla: She were an actress and didn’t Estelle have lately seen her in a trash bag commercial? And that Carla had married a really rich patron. Carla obviously feels uncomfortable gets angry and takes a seat at the bar. With the now following shot of Sparky, Burke and Artie at the table the R-Rated version restarts again.
( 125 sec. )

20:45 Min.
The start of the long shot showing young Tim drinking booth from the bottle is missing.
( 7 sec. )

21:04 Min.
Another side close-up view of Fletch railing against Carla – even Burke butts in – is missing. The telling of raunchy jokes ("Bitch", "She's wide open" etc.) is missing, before the R-Rated version restarts again with the frontal long-shot.
( 19 sec. )

21:06 Min.
This frontal long shot only runs the length of one sentence ("She went to the Sheriff dropping a dime on me!"), and then we have another cut. More raunchy jokes follow ("You want to stick your finger in her butt!"), Fletch is getting pranked. He gets angry and tries to attack the youngster Tim but the others can cool him down. And there is more alcohol-impaired jabbering….
( 43 sec. )

24:54 Min.
Naturally the multiple rapes have been cut.
( 77 sec. )

26:06 Min.
The scene where Carla’s mother gets hit by a scatter-gun in her chest runs much longer in the Unrated version.
( 2 sec. )

26:10 Min.
And the slow-motion where she fell into her arms starts earlier in the unrated version.
( 2 sec. )

26:25 Min.
Another scene of her father’s going down on the floor with a bloody chest.
( 1.5 sec. )

30:02 Min.
The complete sequence in the fitness studio where the five rapists chew over their bad deed, arguing, fighting and finally calming down is missing. Then the counter cut on to the Sheriff’s office where he is just about to leave. Right now the unrated version switches to Artie’s ice factory where they all meet in front of the entrance. They are all told that Carla is still alive. But what should they do now? Nothing is the answer. Staying calm! In the R-Rated version this sequence gets inserted in the hospital scene at 32:25 Min. right before the Sheriff questions the injured Carla. There is a total difference in the R-Rated version of
( 128 sec. )

32:26 Min.
Due to connection reasons the beginning of the scene where the Sheriff together with the doctor enters Carla’s hospital room.
( 20 sec. )

33:38 Min.
The first part of the take with the freaking out patient Jessy after the counter cut onto the Sheriff is also missing.
( 3 sec. )

36:26 Min.
One more shot of the burning Ray as well as a previous counter cut on Carla.
( 6 sec. )

37:55 Min.
An additional scene in the hospital where the Sheriff walks accompanied by the doctor through the corridor.
( 10.5 sec. )

38:01 Min.
Another additional side view of Carla sitting and painting something.
( 3.5 sec. )

40:20 Min.
There is a short scene with the doctor talking to Carla at the beach. He asks her how she feels and tells her that she could come to see him after a short walk. She nods her approval.
( 38.5 sec. )

41:41 Min.
Carla walks along the waterfront while Burke in a boat follows her on the lake. The cut begins when she starts lifting up her dress. It’s missing when she takes it off and walks along naked.
( 10 sec. )

42:50 Min.
Carla kills Burke in the water. The front view of Carla is also missing as well as the beginning of the following shot where he tilts aside.
( 7 sec. )

42:57 Min.
The front view is now inserted into the R-Rated version but therefore the complete rest is missing. The guy is still alive and tries to escape. Carla throws a grapple after him, catches him, ties the rope up to the boat and starts the machine. Burke gets dragged along and is on tow over the water. With a view of Carla gazing after him ("You Bastard!") the R-Rated version restarts with the locating of his dead body. In total there are missing....
( 42 sec. )

43:33 Min.
Once again a scene runs a little longer.
( 6 sec. )

56:33 Min.
This is a very smart cut because it can’t be seen in the R-Rated version how Carla hits Artie’s throat with an ice pick.
( 2.5 sec. )

56:40 Min.
She hits him two more times and Artie draws back on the conveyor band – imperceptible.
( 6 sec. )

66:02 Min.
As Fletch’s employee closes the door the following scene is missing. Fletch notices some more beef knuckles and carries one in the cold store. The R-Rated restarts at the time he picks up the second one.
( 34 Sek. )

66:32 Min.
One take is missing when Fletch cuts over Carla’s breasts with a butcher’s knife.
( 3 sec. )

66:37 Min.
The fight between Carla and Fletch has been badly censored. After Carla scurried through the door and Fletch closes in for the kill behind her the cutting starts: She gets the butcher’s knife and attacks Fletch. He could avoid a blow, takes away her knife trying to hit her with a meat hook. But he gets caught on a beam and Carla tries to escape. Fletch can grab her hair pushing her towards the sausage slicer and activates the switch. Before Fletch can push her face into the cutter blade she bites in his hand. Blood splashes before the R-Rated version restarts.
( 25.5 sec. )

66:47 Min.
Another take where Carla claws out Fletch’s eyes as well as a counter cut.
( 3 sec. )

66:57 Min.
The take of Fletcher who turns around with the meat axe sticking in his back has been shortened in so far the axe can’t be seen in the R-Rated version.
( 1 sec. )

67:01 Min.
The complete sequence of Fletch staggering over to Clara (the meat axe still in his back) and then flinging her against a shop window is completely missing. She breaks through the glass with her head and drops on the floor. Fletch also falls down on his knees before the R-Rated version restarts with the escape out of the store. Oh, due to connection reasons there is only in the R-Rated version a previous shown front view of Clara. In total there are missing
( 32 sec. )

67:05 Min.
Clara leans against the door and now the previous removed shot of Fletch skidded down the wall (see image 7 of the previous cut) is shown in the R-Rated version. The original version instead shows all the rest: Fletch is certainly not dead, comes out from behind the bar dashing at Carla. She escapes to his office and tries to break the window glass with a chair while Fletch behind her drives a hole into the door with his axe. When he breaks in she throws the chair against his head so that he’s falling down. Then Carla overturns the desk and the scatter-gun is dropping out. Bleeding and exhausted she slips to the ground looking at Fletch who crawls towards her. He gets up, raises the axe…Clara grabs the gun and shoots his head from his shoulders. In total the R-Rated version lacks of
( 50 sec. )

And last but not least the closing credits are complete in the unrated version. I go without time designation and images – I’m too tired.

Fred Adelman's review on his Critical Condition Onlinewebsite:

NAKED VENGEANCE (1985) - Now don't get me wrong here: I find most of director Cirio H. Santiago's films to be boring tripe, but he must have been taking hallucinogens here because he has turned out a perfectly crazy rip-off of I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE (1978), maybe even outdoing it in sheer sleaze factor alone. Carla, a commercial actress (Deborah Tranelli of DALLAS fame), watches as her husband is gunned down by a creep he tried to stop from raping a girl. She leaves New York City for her home town in the country and is savagely raped by five townies in her parents house. When her parents come home and see what is happening to their daughter, they are shotgunned by the gang and then kill the local retard, making it look like the retard did the killings. Thinking that Carla is dead, they leave the house and go to a bar and get drunk. Of course Carla is not dead, just in a catatonic state and she is brought to the hospital. The local sheriff (Bill McLaughlin, who walks around with an expression on his face like he was sucking on a lemon all day), doesn't quite believe the story and wants to question Carla on what really happened. Her doctor refuses as Carla fakes amnesia while picking off her attackers one-by-one. She lops off the dick one one of them with a knife and, just to make sure he suffers more, attaches a grappling hook to his chest an has his boat drag him out to the middle of the lake to bleed to death. Another one has a car dropped on his body as she steps on the gas and has the tire rim cut off his legs. The leader of the raping pack, Fletch (Kaz Garaz, who played a sheriff in the 1996 remake of HUMANOIDS FROM THE DEEP), who is the town's butcher, knows who is doing the killings and decides to form a posse (the whole town seems to be full of torch-wielding hicks) and trap Carla in a house and burn it down. Thinking Carla died in the fire (she didn't), Fletch goes about his business in his butcher shop only to be surprised by Carla, who cuts off his fingers with a meat slicer, plants a meat cleaver in his back and then blows his head off with a shotgun. The sheriff declares that Carla is dead and the killings are over. The next time we see Carla is back in New York City, getting even with the punk who killed her husband. 

This is grand sleaze which never slacks off its premise, which is highly unusual for a Cirio H. Santiago film (FUTURE HUNTERS anyone?). The film moves at a brisk pace and is never boring. It was released in both R-rated and Unrated editions, the Unrated edition showing more of the gang rape and lingers more on the bloody violence. Guess which version you should track down? Mr. Santiago has directed over 50 features (many for Roger Corman) and is highly-regarded in his homeland of the Philippines. I consider NAKED VENGEANCE to be his crowning achievement. A Lightning Video Release which has been long OOP. This is another film crying out for a DVD release. Also starring Ed Crick, Nick Nicholson, Terrence O'Hara and a cameo appearance by Carmen Argenziano (HELLRAISER:INFERNO - 2000 and STARGATE SG1). Also known as SATIN VENGEANCE, but I've never seen it released under this title. Unrated.

Review on the Daily Grindhouse website:

Carla Harris has the worst luck. First, her husband is shot and killed in front of her when he makes a heroic effort to stop a rape in progress on their anniversary night. Then, in an attempt to escape the trauma, she packs up and heads to the small town where her parents live, only to be harassed and ogled by the locals and ignored by authorities when she’s had enough. Finally, the offended and horned-up yokels break into her house, rape her, and kill her parents – who were unlucky enough to arrive home unexpectedly.

I’ve chosen to kick off my new series in which I will examine films with a revenge or vengeance element with Cirio H. Santiago’s NAKED VENGEANCE, because it does something I always appreciate in these typically formulaic rape/revenge movies: it combines elements of different films to make something a bit unique (even if by complete accident). In this case, NAKED VENGEANCE takes on a Universal Monsters vibe, having tonal similarities to FRANKENSTEIN.

After Carla (played wonderfully by Deborah Tranelli, showing way more skin than you’ll ever see on Dallas) is raped and her family killed, she slips into a coma. Awakening in the hospital and refusing to talk, she doesn’t lead on that she’s a bit more cognizant than she appears. This affords her the opportunity to slip out into the night to do as expected – take bloody revenge. While NAKED VENGEANCE isn’t very graphic, Carla’s methods of justice are extreme and painful. Her retribution is so extreme, in fact, the men see fit to seek their own. While Carla appears to everyone else as a helpless woman shocked into muteness, her attackers see past her ploy and form an angry mob.

While it’s a stretch, for sure, finding parallels between Carla and other misunderstood monsters is part of what makes NAKED VENGEANCE a step above other films of its ilk, even while maintaining its wonderful trashiness. The men created a monstrous force in Carla, and their guilt drives them to immediately realize what’s thinning their testosterone-filled herd. That they band together and demand their own justice is less ridiculous than it sounds; they are frightened, demeaned, and, ultimately, angry at Carla’s choice to go all vigilante on their asses. Nevermind their propensity to engage in sexual activity by force, and lack of compassion when killing an elderly couple in front of their daughter, they are going to protect themselves – even against doom of their own making. This depth gives the film its legs.

NAKED VENGEANCE is exploitation through and through- Santiago delivered the film to audiences in the latter half of the Grindhouse heyday, but his intentions were certainly no more noble than to make his own rape/revenge saga. Much like the way we look back with nostalgia and accept these sorts of films for what they are, no matter how vile they may be, because we understand that in order to capitalize on the demands of the audiences, the filmmakers must remain morally agnostic or, at worst, completely ignorant of the filth they were making. I can only imagine Carla Harris is a wonderful mistake. The question of whether her revenge fits the crime is a whole different discussion (and one we’ll get into later in this series but, spoiler, I’d argue it does not), what matters is that NAKED VENGEANCE masks it with a clever layer of scale-seesawing vaguely reminiscent of some of the Universal monster classics. The ends aren’t justified by the means, necessarily, but at least the journey isn’t entirely black and white. It makes for compelling exploitation cinema.

Yum-Yum's review on their House Of Self-Indulgence blog:

When you find that the scales of justice are failing to tip favourably in your general direction, do you: a) Shrug your shoulders, smoke a cigarette, and go buy some ham, b) Accept the fact that the lowlife who murdered your husband, the redneck with a gym membership who filled your parents full of lead, and the unruly mob of former high school acquaintances who gang raped you to the point of mental and physical exhaustion will all go unpunished for their dastardly crimes, or c) Kill them all. I don't want to influence your decision, but please say 'c.' While I'm all for the purchasing of pork products and acting indifferent in the face of injustice, there are times when revenge is the only reasonable course of action a distressed woman with freakishly small nipples can take. And judging by the manner in which the retribution is doled out in Naked Vengeance, you won't be losing any sleep whatsoever over the way the culprits are dispatched in this movie. In case you're wondering, I happen to think murdering a classmate because he or she stole your eraser is wrong. I'm also against killing sprees that involve people who are disgruntled, and I'm not a big fan of rogue snipers with a score to settle. However, castrating rapists and drowning them in a pastoral lake that may or may not be located in The Philippines while in the buff is totally acceptable, especially if the perpetrator participated in the brutal gang rape of someone while they were trying to recover from the death of a loved one at the hands of a different rapist all-together at their parents' house in the country. Now, I've seen plenty of movies where the recently bereaved have to overcome adversity, but the amount of crap the recently bereaved lead in this film has to put up with was ridiculous. Hell, she can't even go to the supermarket without being harassed by a non-stop cavalcade of lecherous fiends.

Your classic American revenge story as told from the perspective of a wily Filipino named Cirio H. Santiago, Naked Vengeance may seem like yet another tale of rural comeuppance gone awry. But this particular semisolid lump of retaliatory cinema has got a brunette ace of up its sleeve, and that ace is Deborah Tranelli (yeah, that's right, Phyllis from Dallas). Wait a minute, how did they persuade Deborah Tranelli to appear in a film like this? I mean, the gang rape sequence isn't exactly a walk in the proverbial park in terms of conventional acting. What gives? Well, my theory is that in exchange for agreeing to give it her all in an extended gang rape scene, the producers allowed her to sing the film's theme song. It's a fair trade, if you ask someone who is not me, because the song, "Still Got a Love," and the gang rape are two of the things that make this film so freakin' memorable.

I'm no vengeance expert, but I think you're gonna need a lot more than a catchy theme song and a fireside gang rape sequence to create a half decent revenge movie. You're absolutely right. While I enjoyed the song, when Deborah sings the line, "there's so many wounded losers, so many broken hearts," I thought about the type of person who might get chills listening to lyrics like that, and the gang rape scene had an intensity about it that reminded me of the gang rape scene in Savage Streets, part of me sincerely hoped the film had more to offer than mushy yet defiant song lyrics and tasteless thrills.

On the morning of their five year wedding anniversary, a young L.A. couple in the throes of domestic bliss are getting ready for the day ahead of them. Reluctant to take part in a celebratory dinner at a fancy restaurant to commemorate their modest matrimonial milestone, Mark Harris (Terrence O'Hara) finally agrees to attend after his wife Carla Harris (Deborah Tranelli) promises to move the dinner to from 7pm to 9pm and to wear her black stockings and garter belt. The moment the words "black stockings and garter belt" left his mouth I knew he would never get to see his wife's supple lower half sheathed in the nylon and lace he requested. And, unfortunately, I was right. While leaving the restaurant, Mark notices a woman struggling to escape the clutches of a belligerent man in the vicinity of a dumpster. Ignoring the fact that the dainty black garter belt lurking underneath Carla's dress is currently pressing tightly against the aerobicised firmness of her sweat-drenched stomach, Mark leaps to the woman's aide. Even though Carla tells him to be careful while he was leaping, Mark, after a brief struggle, winds up dead as a result of a gunshot wound to the chest.

Frustrated that none of the witnesses, nor the woman her husband tried to help, are willing to admit they saw anything, Carla feels as if the justice system has let her down. A useless detective (Carmen Argenziano) attempts to explain why the case against her husband's murderer has hit so many snags, but Carla is too distraught to give a shit. Tired and emotionally drained by the whole experience, Carla decides to leave town and visit her parents in Silver Lake, the small California town she grew up in, to clear her head.

While the name "Silver Lake" sounds like the ideal place for one to clear their head, it's actually not ideal. In fact, it's the complete opposite of ideal. You wanna know why it's not ideal? No? Well, I'll tell you anyway. It's because there are people living in Silver Lake, and cobbled together from what I've accidentally gleaned over the years, people are the worst. Okay, I'll admit, that was a tad misanthropic. However, if the people in the town you just arrived in resent the fact that you left their backwater burg to appear in fancy television commercials for plastic wrap and dog food in the big city, don't expect the welcome you receive to be all warm and fuzzy when your grieving ass shows up all of a sudden wearing designer sunglasses and a blue dress with a taupe belt.

What takes place next is what I like to call "the harassment chapter," as Carla encounters one indignant Silver Lake resident after another. While the female residents of her hometown seem content to merely throw her the occasional catty glance, it's the menfolk who really seem to relish in tormenting our chic (her taupe belt is wonderfully complimented by a pair of a taupe pumps) heroine. A gas station attendant named Sparky (Nick Nicholson) and Burke (Ed Crick), a vulgar hanger-on with vending machine issues, are the first to hassle her. The youthful gardener, Timmy (Steve Roderick), who works for her parents, leers at her in a highly suggestive manner as she gets him a glass water, but his technique was more subtle. The same can't be said for Arnold (Don Gordon Bell), an ice house employee, Fletch (Kaz Garas), the town's butcher, and Ray (David Light), the bartender at a local watering hole, as they all make overly aggressive advances toward the fashionable brunette.

As expected, all their attempts to woo her are met with failure. In an effort to make doubly sure that his animal magnetism wasn't on the fritz, Fletch takes a second run at her in the parking lot of Ray's pub. After he starts pawing at her, Carla plants the pointiest part of her well-proportioned knee firmly into the creamy centre of the butcher's crotch, causing him to feel a fair amount of discomfort. When she finally does get home, Carla slips out of her disco-inspired one-piece to reveal that she is wearing a pair of black panties with a black bra. You'll notice she isn't wearing black stockings or a garter belt underneath her clothing. This may sound like a bit of a stretch, but I chose to see her decision not to wear any superfluous undergarments as her subtle way of honouring the lingerie loving legacy of her late husband. Sadly, Timmy, who's been watching her get undressed through her window, doesn't pick up on the subtlety of Carla's tribute.

An increasingly disheartened Carla tries to report Timmy's peeping and Fletch's groping to Sheriff Cates (Bill McLaughlin), but that goes nowhere fast, as he basically tells her that "boys will be boys" and that she should start thinking about closing her drapes at night. Meanwhile, over at Ray's bar, the gang can be seen commiserating over the fact that they all failed to make any romantic headway with Carla, even though she's, as one of them puts it, a "closet nympho."

When word gets out (way to go, Timmy) that Carla is "home alone" (her parents have gone away for the weekend), the five of them, including Timmy, decide to pay her a surprise visit. After Timmy somehow manages to knock himself unconscious, the drunken quintet proceed to take turns sexually assaulting her in a scene that was off the charts in terms unpleasantness. And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, Carla's parents arrive home earlier than expected. I don't think I need to explain what happens next–you know, given Carla's recent track record (the gal can't seem to catch a break). But let's just say Carla is not a happy camper when all is said and done.

Since Silver Lake seems to lack a functioning sexual assault evidence kit (a device that would have easily detected that Carla had been raped by five assailants), and with a catatonic Carla in the hospital under the care of a doctor (Joseph Zucchero) who looked like a slimmed down version of Alex Karras, the five rapists, content in the knowledge that Timmy is the one being blamed for the death of Carla and her parents, go about their day as if nothing had happened. Whoa, did you say, "death of Carla"?!? Yeah, I did. The five rapists, get this, think Carla's dead. Oh, man, are they in for a nasty surprise.

Inspired by the vengeance-laden hysterics coming from the patient in the room next-door, Carla decides right then and there to take matters into her own hands when it comes to dispensing justice. After Ray the bartender is set ablaze while closing up his bar, Carla says, "burn, bastard." When she said that, I was like, yes! In that, I hope she says something like that after every rapist is eliminated. It seemed like they were gonna continue the bastard motif when she gets around to taking care of the next rapist, but, unfortunately, she stopped saying "bastard" after she castrates and drowns Burke in the lake near the hospital.

Nevertheless, the sight of a naked Carla, her flyspeck nipples shimmering in the midday sun, saying, "drown, bastard," after slicing off Burke's primary raping genitals with a hunting knife was a thing of uncomfortable beauty. Just for record: When I refer to the smallness of Deborah Tranelli's nipples, I don't mean it in a negative way. My attitude when it comes to nipple size is one of benign indifference.

Getting back to the bastard motif, the opportunities for Carla to vocalize bastard-based zingers seemed to diminish the deeper she waded into the vengeance pool. Besides, what are you supposed to say after you cut a mechanic in half with the jeep he's working on, push a man into an industrial-strength ice maker, and ventilate a man's forehead with a shotgun? I mean, "subdural hematoma, bastard" is a bit of a mouthful.

Surviving a back alley assault that resulted in the death of her husband, putting up with a comprehensive campaign of sexual harassment, and enduring a brutal gang rape that was punctuated with the murder of her parents, Deborah Tranelli gives a courageous performance as Carla, the pluckiest brunette avenger ever to give up black stockings and garter belts cold turkey. Seriously, I was literally in awe of Deborah's work in this film, especially during the gang rape scene, the lakeside castration sequence, and the butcher shop melee. It takes a special kind of actress to drown a man utilizing a grappling hook without any clothes on, and Deborah Tranelli is pretty darned special. Sure, she doesn't utter pithy one-liners after every kill, but as far as revenge movies go, Naked Vengeance is a definite winner.

Review on the Beardy Freak website:

Carla Harris (Deborah "Dallas" Tranelli) is out with her Husband Mark (Terrence O'Hara) to celebrate their anniversary when they spot a woman being attacked.
Mark tries to intervene but is shot by the attacker. Later, the Police tell her that no witnesses came forward and that the woman is a known junkie and won't testify.

Carla decides to get away from it all and goes to stay with her Parents in their secluded cabin in her small hometown. And what a town it is! To say it's full of slimebags is an understatement! Almost every person she meets sexually harasses her, and even the Sheriff (Bill McLaughlin) is unpleasant when she dares to complain "I think you're old enough to take care of yourself." In fact everyone's at it! An ex boyfriend, Burke (Ed Crick) harasses her. Her Parent's handyman leers at her. The local Butcher makes a play for her "Hey, don't forget, I've got the best beef in town"! A barman makes a move on her. A truck driver insults her. Even an old friend's Husband openly leers at her (not that she's a very friendly friend anyway!). Without doubt dear reader, we have just experienced the most unfriendly, sleazy and downright unpleasant town in America.

Burke and four other of these delightful individuals get together one night and go to Carla's cabin where they brutally gang rape her and shoot dead her Parents. Pretending to be catatonic after the attack, as the Sheriff sniffs around the case, Carla plans her brutal revenge!... As the awful soft rock ballad plays over the titles (sung by Tranelli and a great example of 80's musical lows) the signs would not seem to be good, but don't let this blemish put you off…there is much to enjoy here.

Filipino born Santiago is in line with those bandwagon jumping Italian directors we love so much, spewing out various 'Post Apocalyptic' efforts during the 80's when they were popular for example and here, in "Naked Vengeance", he goes for the ever popular 'lone avenger/vigilante' sub-genre.

Much of the advertising seems to go for a Female "Death Wish" angle, but this actually owes far more to the infamous "I Spit on Your Grave". His direction is pretty lacklustre for the most part, but Santiago seems to wake up during the revenge sequences and crafts some meaty and satisfying scenes. This may not have the realism or character study high points of the first "Death Wish" but Reilly Askew's script (and Anthony Maharaj does's story) does what it sets out to do with aplomb. Tranelli, despite carrying unfortunate "Dallas" baggage along with her, actually does a sterling job as the much-wronged Carla. Willing to go through various sexual indignities and to briefly bare all she really comes into her own while dishing out cold hearted, hot blooded, vengeance. When she utters, through clenched teeth, "burn bastard" or "drown bastard", you really get the feeling she means it!

The 'goons' are pretty much your normal token bad guys who hide behind semi-respectability, no actor or character stands out. The most complex character is actually the Sheriff. Seemingly as bad as the guys he takes no action against he annoys the hell out of the viewer. But later there are some realistic switches to his attitude as suspicions about what happened at the cabin sink in. But initially he is as unsympathetic as the attackers. Let's have a little round-up of the helpful Sheriff's advice; when Carla reports a peeping tom she gets "close your curtains". When she reports she was attacked in the car park by the randy Butcher she gets "these guys are a little wild, but they're just having fun with you. Why don't you just relax a little bit? If anything they were trying to pay you a compliment"! What a guy! Nice turn by McLaughlin.

The rape sequence is suitably unpleasant though it never reaches the heights of the aforementioned "I Spit". The attack is shown as almost a montage as different assailants assault her in various positions. It's basically pure Exploitation, but is actually very serious in the way it portrays her ordeal. Little nudity is seen and the sequence relies more on the rough manhandling she goes through, her screaming face and pleading.

But it's in the revenge violence where the film really sparkles. Carla dishes out some wonderfully sadistic demises. No quick and easy deaths here, these guys see it coming and they suffer when it gets there! It's far bloodier than the "Death Wish" films or "I Spit on Your Grave". Very messy shotgun hits, cleaved, slashed, ripped flesh and general sadism are the order of the day here and Carla makes for a sympathetic yet crowd-pleasing vigilante. The Exploitation highlights are the raging, blood soaked finale and a wonderfully exploitative bit of revenge seduction (that is straight out of "I Spit" and fans of that film will get a kick from the punishment dished out here and no mistake!) where Carla strips as she walks along a river bank, drawing in her would-be victim with cold and calculated manipulation.

At one point in the movie one of the doomed goons announces, after the deaths of some of his buddies, "A woman can't do that, it's gotta be a guy". Never have words sounded so foolish! Go girl!

Review from Scoopy:

Since the first two seasons of "Dallas" are available on DVD now, what better way is there to bring this to the attention of whom it interests than by celebrating the big nude scene of Bobby's sweet secretary Phyllis, played by Deborah Tranelli. She let it all hang out in the still hard-to-find revenge movie "Naked Vengeance".

The Video Movie Guide 1999 considers this film a turkey. It says: "Unpleasant exploitation flick about a woman who seeks vengeance after she is raped and her parents murdered. Available both in R and unrated versions; we suggest that you avoid both".

Well I don't agree. I think it is one of the better and cleverer movies in its genre - way better than Death Wish II - and I have Robert Hofman's Film Encyclopedia to back me up. It reads: "A harsh and thrilling drama with a good acting from Tranelli. Her husband is murdered after 5 years of marriage, so she returns to her parents. She's raped right in their home, and her parents, too, are killed. When Tranelli is nursed back to health, she seeks revenge on the murderers. Shot in December 1984 by Filipino Santiago in California."

Since I first reviewed this in 1999, a few more reviews have appeared on the IMDb and they are also positive. What puzzles me is that this film is still not available on DVD anywhere, as far as I know.

Deb shows everything twice in the film. In her first nude scene she gets raped by drunken men from her hometown who have held some long-standing grudge against her. Although nearly not as graphic as a similar scene in Death Wish II, it does get pretty violent at times. In her second nude scene, Debbie has recovered from her injuries, and has decided to reverse the roles with a revenge rampage. We first see her naked when she opts attract the attention of one of her molesters in a way that Charles Bronson never did, thank goodness. The guy thinks she's coming back for more of what he has give her, but he ends up with ... um ... less. And she grins when she man-handles him so badly.

Review from the Kult Eye Bleeder blog:

Santiago's take on the rape-revenge genre.

Husband (Terrence O'Hara) and wife (Deborah Tranelli) go out to celebrate their anniversary. After coming from a restaurant to the car park they see thug beating up woman. Husband intervenes and gets killed by the thug. Police is helpless because they have no eye-witnesses. Wife, Carla, gets frustrated and goes to the country side to stay with her parents.

Everyone at her old hometown gives her hard time. One night local hell raisers decide to pay her a visit. They gang-rape her. Carla's parents came back early, they were visiting relative, and the invaders kill them. One of the invaders freaks out and threatens to tell everything. Invaders kill him too and frame him for the murders. Hoodlums think that Carla is also dead, but she is hospitalized in catatonic state.

She wakes from her catatonic state and now she is about get even. Rapers meet their end in various ways: one guy becomes human torch, another one is castrated with knife. Now the town's sheriff and mob lead by the rapers is after her. Mob burns down her house while she is still inside but she manages to escape. She takes care of the last rapist and goes back to New York. She's got one more thing to take care of, her husbands killer...

Not typical Santiago movie. This is pretty serious movie, not your typical over the top action filled Santiago flick. Beginning of the movie is pretty slow, but ones she gets on her revenge rampage things really pick up. Over all pretty good revenge flick.

Review from the BTS Junkie blog:

After SURROGATES I was ready to get back into my series of dirty/heavy movies and NAKED VENGEANCE was one I had kind of stumbled up on by accident. I have never seen I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE and that was a candidate until I read a little more about this movie and it described it as kind of a 80s update of that movie. I can never say no to the 80s so without further ado I jumped in.

The movie starts with a SUPER awesome 80s song (which I cannot find online, must keep searching, need theme song) full of 80s badassness. It plays over a scene of a loving wife/actress, Carla, and husband getting ready for the day. They have their anniversary that night. Later, after dinner, Carla’s husband tries to break up an attempted rape and is murdered in the process. Flash forward to after the funeral, Carla goes to mourn at her parent’s house in the country. There she is harassed by the rednecks in town and the sheriff doesn’t seem to care. It’s not until a group of the drunken fools go up to Carla’s family home, rapes her and kills her parents that law enforcement take notice.

After the incident, Carla seems psychologically destroyed. She lays in her hospital bed silent, eyes fixated into the distance somewhere. But people are dying; specifically, the people involved in her attack are dying. Things escalate into violence and explosions as Carla enacts her vengeance.

There were several elements of this that made it a bit better than regular woman-revenge movies. First, there was a good bit of setup and, while every so slightly cheesy, I really did feel for Carla and her situation. You could really tell she was deeply in love with her husband and his death was extremely painful. I felt frustrated, as she did, with the people in her parent’s town and the lack of interest on the part of the sheriff. These men were very obviously out of control and this could have all been prevented. Also, I really love how it’s a kind of a slasher mystery in the middle. Carla is in bed all PATRICK like but people are still dying. Some of the kills are really great.

That being said, there’s nothing terribly new here. The 80s feel, the setup and the payoff make it worth it all around if you can find a copy. Also, found out via Twitter friends that the director Cirio H. Santiago (who usually makes movies with a more goofy feel) has several other movies I should watch. I didn’t recognize his name but I have seen T.N.T. JACKSON (1974). I just might check out more of his stuff.

Future Hunters (1986)

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1986 - Future Hunters(Lightning Pictures)

[US/Filipino/Trinidad co-production filmed in 1985 as "The Spear Of Destiny"; released as "Deadly Quest", in France as “Les Nouveaux Conquérants”, in Italy as "Eroi Del Futuro", and in Poland as "Mysliwi Z Przyszlosci"]

Director Cirio H. Santiago Story/Producer/2nd Unit Director Anthony Maharaj Screenplay “J.L.”/J. Lee Thompson CinematographyRicardo Remias Music Ron Jones Editor “Bass”/Gervacio Santos Sound Effects Editor Rodel Capule Sound EffectsMixer Rolando Ruta Casting Henry “Stakowsky”/Strzalkowski Production Design“Joe”/Jose Mari Avellana Art Directors Ronnie Cruz, Boyet Camaya Special Effects Ben Otico Makeup Artists Teresa Mercader, Norma Remias Camera Operator Proceso Lázaro 2nd Unit Camera Operator Johnny Araojo Location Manager Dick Reyes Wardrobe Elvie Santos Production Coordinator Martin Perez Script Supervisor Nonett J. Garcia Continuity Chining Trinidad Post Production Coordinator Noah Blough Sound Re-recording Mixers Jeffrey J. Haboush, Greg P. Russell Music Editor John Caper Jr Music Engineer Bill Cobb Music Supervisor Ezra Kliger Orchestrator [uncredited] Matthew Ender Pre-Production (Trinidad) Judy Maharaj, Azsha Maharaj, Charmaine Maharaj Production Services (Manila) Flordelena Furugganan

Cast Robert Patrick (Slade), Linda Carol (Michelle), Ed Crick (Fielding), Bob Schott (Bauer), David Light (Zaar), Paul Holmes (Hightower), Peter Shilton (Old Man), Ursula Marquez (Amazon Queen), Elizabeth Oropesa (Huntress), Bruce “Li”/Le (Liu), Jang Lee Hwang (Silverfox), Richard Norton (Matthew), [uncredited] Ramon D'Salva (Hong Kong Gangster), Nick Nicholson (Shootist in Car), Mathew Westfall Nazi Soldiers Mike Abbott, Eric Hahn, Henry Strzalkowski

Review by Andrew Leavold:

Cirio told me in our interview that his post-apocalypse feature Stryker (1983) held the fondest memories for him, and I can understand why. It's not just the first in a string of Road Warrior clones which, due to its phenomenal success overseas, brought Cirio back into the Corman fold. Moreso, it's the film which neatly divides his export career in two distinct phases, the Drive-In Years (from 1973's Savage to 1981's Firecracker) and the Direct-To-Video Years - a slight misnomer, since Corman was releasing some features to theatres as late as The Sisterhood (1988), but apt, since it was in the burgeoning Home Video market that Cirio would be at his most industrious.

Cirio originally approached Corman to distribute Stryker, and for reasons only known to Roger, he turned it down. Instead, Cirio found an international sales agent, Trinidad-born distributor Anthony Maharaj, who managed to sell the film worldwide as a cost-effective alternative to the rampaging hordes of post-apocalypse films pouring out of Europe in the wake of Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior and Escape From New York (Cirio was delighted, if completely mystified, why Stryker would have a dream run in French cinemas for an entire year!). With the aspiring filmmaker Maharaj, a three-film partnership was born while Cirio was still reviving his association with Corman, all with Maharaj on producer and story duties: the urban actioner First Mission (1984), the I Spit On Your Grave-inspired Naked Vengeance (1985), and a film defies any single tag: a post-apocalypse, jungle action-adventure – with kung fu! - called Spear Of Destiny, later renamed Future Hunters (1986).

The film opens, appropriately enough, in a desert wasteland in 2025 AD, almost forty years after a global calamity has turned the Earth into wasteland. A lone warrior named Matthew (Richard Norton, complete with broad Australian accent) is pursued by an evil warlord named Zaar (David Light); both are after the prize, the Spear of Longinus, said to be the point that pierced the side of Christ while on the Cross, and once the spear head and shaft are reunited, so legend has it, gives the beholder its power to change the world's destiny. Thus, in the hands of those insane enough to wield it for personal gain (Hitler for one, or so the story goes), it can cause empires to fall. In Matthew's hands – and he is mankind's only hope, the narrator reminds us – it can turn back time. And it does – to 1986, moments before the global catastrophe is set to occur, and he stumbles from the temple into modern-day California carrying the Spear's point, just in time to save Michelle (Linda Carol), a young kewpie-doll anthropologist and her boyfriend Slade (Robert Patrick) from a gang of biker rapists. Slam! Matthew kicks into high gear, Whack! Down the bikers drop. Then Slunk! Matthew plunges the Spear head into one of the bikers and watches the guy melt into molasses.

Sadly Norton's character checks out of the film early, expiring on Slade's back seat after warning them of the calamity to come, and begging them to find a scientist named Hightower. He's the expert at the local university on Spear of Longinus, but is currently MIA looking for a fabled Venus Valley somewhere in Southeast Asia. His assistant Fielding (Ed Crick) is more than interested in Michelle's artefact, and on the trail of Professor Hightower from California to Hong Kong they find themselves pursued by Fielding's henchmen, a jackbooted Aryan thug named Bauer (Bob Schott), random gunmen, lone assassins, and even the Triads. Even a low-key visit to a Hong Kong shrine ends in a kung fu showdown between the white-haired temple priest Silverfox (the ubiquitous martial arts actor Jang Lee Hwang) and their taxi driver, played by one of the Bruceploitation industry's busiest clones, Bruce Le! Everyone wants the spear, it seems, and none more than Fielding's neo-Nazi organization, who clench their fists and gibber ceaselessly about bringing on the “cleansing” fires of Armageddon.

At this point the trail takes Michelle and Slade to the Philippines, where on one of its many islands it's rumoured the lost Venus Valley is located. Their tour guides? Cirio's old Stryker stand-by, an army of dwarf monks: the essential binding, it seems, with most Pinoy B films, but without the freakshow element we would expect; unlike Western culture, Filipino dwarves have less sinister or nightmarish connotations, and are regarded instead as innocent, pure, childlike or somehow magical. In Cirio's world, however, it's more like a nod to George Lucas' Sand People or Ewoks, and deliberately cued for yet another “what the...?” moment. From then on the film's like a Cirio pinball machine: from dwarves to Mongols, to Nazis, to Amazon Women, BACK to Nazis, and a finale where the Spear and Shaft are finally united in Jo Mari Avellana's elaborately threadbare Amazon village, but not before a fight with an awkward Michelle and an Amazon Huntress (Seventies starlet and “wet look” pioneer Eliabeth Oropesa) over a fire-lined crocodile pit. More explosions, an avalanche of plaster boulders, and we've just witnessed one nutty, NUTTY movie.

Henry Strzalkowski
As Kathleen Turner and Michael Douglas stand-ins, Slade and Michelle are more a case of Romancing The Stoned; for one thing, they're already a couple long past the honeymoon stage who don't really seem to like each other, and while we never actually see them getting down to the dirty deed, there's certainly lots of pouting, nagging, and unnecessary post-coital (or NON-coital) lounging around in underwear. To be honest, if the Spear of Destiny is the glue keeping their relationship together, the planet's not the only thing that's doomed... Linda Carol is a cute lead, whether she's underplaying or overplaying her lines (she later faced off against Wendy O. Williams in the cheerful send-up of prison movies, Reform School Girls) whereas Robert Patrick, in only his second lead role (after Clark Henderson's Mexican drug wars film Warlords From Hell) looks completely bewildered at the events that brought him – and would return him three more times - to a Cirio set in the Philippines. Other noted Cirio alumni include Henry Strzalkowski as Bauer's right hand man – he gets a close-up fondling Linda Carol's trussed-up torso before delivering his single line “Shuddup” - dressed like a WW2 Japanese soldier alongside Eric Hahn and IFD regular Mike Abbott. An uncredited Nick Nicholson also appears briefly as a thug shooting at Slade and Michelle before his car bursts into flames, though I swear I saw him materialize later in a Japanese uniform.

Nick Nicholson...times two!
There are several ways of looking at this magnificent mutant of a feature, a six-legged Frankenstein horse lumbering out of the Philippines' sand dunes with limbs of different colours and lengths. At first glance it's part Terminator, Raiders Of The Lost Ark and Romancing The Stone, with the Road Warrior scenario Cirio had already plundered for Stryker at the beginning and a little Bruceploitation thrown in for extra seasoning at the end of Act One. It's a grab-bag, and a desperate one, attempting to cover as many bases as its 100 minutes will allow AND YET amidst the madness it somehow holds itself together and is propelled forward by its own inane internal logic. If Cirio's later Road Warrior and Platoon clones are interchangeable, Future Hunters stands entirely on its own: ambitious, unapologetic and utterly preposterous, it represents Cirio at a playful, experimental, genre-splicing peak.

Robert Patrick on Future Hunters from the Pretty Scarywebsite:

Tell us a romantic love story involving YOU...

Mrs. Barbara Patrick. I met my wife in a play reading the first play I did when I got to Los Angeles called Go in 1984. I fell for her right there. She was just... I knew immediately that that was my wife, that was my girl. It took her about a year to even go out with me. .. Eventually things lined up she went out on a date with me. She went with me to my first film audition and I got it.

Question: You got your start with Roger Corman!

Ron Howard, Jack Nicholson, Scorsese... there's so many people that had their roots there. More than 50% of the people working in Hollywood today started by working with Roger Corman. And I am very very proud of that experience!

Horror fans have such a wonderful positive outlook on it. They are so dedicated.

If I were going to recommend a Robert Patrick movie to a friend, would you prefer I tell them to see Warlords of Hell or Future Hunter?

Future Hunter not that good. 

Is that really Robert Patrick stuff?

I'll never forget, I gotta tell you. And I am not avoiding the question. I made Warlords from Hell and then I made Future Hunter for the same director. And I was in NY doing Conan O'Brien for The X Files, and here I am in Manhattan in this beautiful hotel and I'm doing all this Regis and Kathy Lee stuff and I have the TV on in the background and all of a sudden I hear this high pitched whiny voice, and I am listening and I go, OMG that's me. What movie is that?' and I look, and I'm horrified, and it's Future Hunters, and its on TNT. And I'm just like, 'NOOOOOOO they wouldn't do this to me!',but sure as shit, there it was! It's just a humbling experience.

Can you imagine the fear I felt? I mean, here I am about to do Conan O'Brien and Future Hunters is on TV.

There's some stuff I do in Future Hunters that's all right. I'm trying hard and working hard in it. There's some bad stuff I do too.

Warlords has some cool motorcycle stuff. Is my wife in that movie? No. That was Corinne Wallace in that movie. That's where I was cutting my teeth and Thank God. I got to learn a lot of my craft doing movies like that that will never be seen by the light of day except for people like you!

What do you think about a Robert Patrick Film festival where we show Warlords From Hell, Future Hunters, and Killer Instinct?

No! I can't deal with it, please no! Killer Instinct, I think that was my third film. We shot that in the Philippines. I was so bad in that movie. Just horrible.

Fred Adelman's review from his Critical Condition Online website:

Cirio Santiago, the prolific Filippino director, comes up with another cropper that tries to imitate many of the popular mainstream action films. This one mixes in equal parts of MAD MAX, THE TERMINATOR, RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK and ENTER THE DRAGON with wildly uneven results. The prolog, set in the year 2025, finds Matthew (Richard Norton) roaming the nuked-out land in search of the Spear Of Longinus, said to have killed Jesus during his cricifixion. Matthew finds the spear  and touches it, which transports him back to 1986. Matthew is shot and mortally wounded as he saves Michelle (Linda Carol) and Slade (Robert Patrick, who would later star as the evil T-1000 in TERMINATOR 2 and replace David Duchovny on THE X-FILES), an archaeological couple, from an evil biker gang. During his dying breath, Matthew tells the couple that they must return the spear to its' rightful place in order to avoid future Earth's nuclear destruction. With the spear in hand, Michelle and Slade are chased across the world by modern day Nazis, led by the evil Fielding (Ed Crick) and Bauer (Bob Schott), who plan on using the spear for world domination (what else?). Along the way, Michelle and Slade must face kung-fu fights (courtesy of Chinese action star Bruce Li), numerous gunfights, an exploding helicopter, a plane crash, a band of marauding Mongols, jungle traps, a pigmie tribe and a civilization of Amazon women before they can complete their quest.

Originally filmed as THE SPEAR OF DESTINY in 1986, it took three years to find a release and it's easy to see why. The screenplay is hackneyed and full of gaping plot holes that a train or good sized elephant could fit through. The action scenes (there are many) range from good to poorly executed (especially the rockslide in the finale). As an actor, Robert Patrick makes a serviceable action hero. He speaks his lines as if he cannot believe what he is saying. The only saving grace is lovely Linda Carol, who is not afraid to get into the middle of the rough stuff and get her hair dirty. You can also catch luscious Linda in REFORM SCHOOL GIRLS (1986) and CARNAL CRIMES (1991). To sum it up, FUTURE HUNTERS is no better or worse than Santiago's other films. That's not saying much. An Avid Home Entertainment Release. Rated R.

Keith's review from the Teleport Citywebsite:

It can’t be! It just can’t be! I’m only a couple films into my Project VHS reviews, in which I take a written tour of some of my strangest old VHS tapes, and I’m finding that the common thread running through all the films I’ve selected for this treatment is that they lead me almost instantly to refer to them as Lovecraftian horrors that cannot be processed by the feeble mind of man, and thus merely witnessing them will destroy you and turn you mad. And it turns out, that comparison can easily be sustained in our next foray into video cassette nostalgia. Although not nearly as batshit bizarre as Roller Blade, Cirio Santiago’s Future Hunters still resembles some ancient horror buried for millions of years at the bottom of a pit beneath some black and unnamed ruin of a city comprised primarily of forms and colors that have no corresponding point of reference in our own universe.

In fact, when first I purchased this tape, I ended up returning it as defective. I bought it used from a video store that was liquidating its stock back in 1995 or so, and a few days later, I popped it in the VCR and set about watching it while I did some simple household chores. The film started out as a Road Warrior rip-off, with occasional Hong Kong action film villain Richard Norton tearing around the post-apocalyptic wasteland in a muscle car. Familiar enough territory. Then I got distracted, possibly by the discovery that our refrigerator had been leaking, and the leakage had turned into a putrid yellowish goo underneath the crisper drawers (man, talk about unspeakable Lovecraftian horrors). When I finished towelling up the gelatinous gloop and throwing the towel onto the roof of the credit union across the parking lot, I returned to the living room and found that someone had recorded a different movie over the one I’d purchased. Because there on my massive ten-inch screen was a Bruce Le kung fu film, with the famous Bruce Lee imitator locked in mortal kicking combat with Hwang Jang Lee wearing a silver wig.    

I took the movie back, told them of the error, and had my $3.00 returned to me. Oddly, a couple weeks later, I found the film for sale again at a different video store, and for some reason or other, I purchased it. It was like unwittingly being saved from purchasing some accursed item only to equally unwittingly acquire the item again. It was destiny. So once again, I went home and popped it in the VCR to watch while taking care of some chores. It was around this time that I discovered some hamsters had escaped their twisting tube universe and had gone feral, living in the walls of our duplex. This revelation came shortly after noticing that the area we used to clean out our various aquariums — a flower garden owned by the aforementioned credit union — had been turned by uneaten hamster trail mix into a garden of sunflowers and corn stalks, which we eventually harvested and ate while the poor guy in charge of that small plot of flora was wondering how the hell his flower garden turned into a corn field.

Anyway, after I gave up trying to corner one of the wily rodents and resigned myself at last to being the guy who destroyed the north Florida ecosystem by introducing wild hamsters into its delicate balance, I returned to the movie only to find out, son of a bitch! It was that damn Bruce Le movie again! Although I flirted with the idea that somehow the film had been purchased by someone who promptly resold it to a different video store that then put it on sale for me to end up purchasing a second time, the more logical theory emerged that this movie was just really schizophrenic, and what had started out as a Mad Max movie morphed at some point into a film about Bruce Le wearing a modern track suit and fighting a guy who looks to have stepped out of the Chinese middle ages. So I decided that I was going to have to sit down and actually pay attention to this movie if I hoped to ever unravel its tantalizing mysteries. What I discovered was even more bizarre than initially I suspected. 

So as I saw the first time around, the movie opens in the near future. Society has crumbled and the earth has been ravaged by nuclear war which, in the 1980s, was as versatile an explanation for pretty much anything as “hacking” is today. Depending on the movie, nuclear war could turn the world into a desert wasteland populated by S&M punks or a lush jungle populated by Amazons, or it could somehow cause dinosaurs to come back. Similarly, if your movie requires someone to get some piece of information or control over some device they couldn’t possibly achieve, all you need to do is write the following line of dialogue: “If I can just hack in through the back door…we’re in!” then you can do pretty much any damn thing you want.

So it’s the future. A guy named Matthew (Richard Norton), is speeding around in the desert looking for the fabled Spear of Longinus, the weapon that pierced the side of Christ during his crucifixion. According to this film, the loosely defined good guys of the future need the spear so they can travel back in time and prevent nuclear obliteration from ever having happened. Unfortunately, Matthew is pursued by the bad guys, lead by someone named Zaar (unfortunately not played by Robert Z’Dar), and where as Matthew has a cool car, awesome hair, and the same gun I think Richard Norton had last time he was a post-apocalyptic hero (that being in the film Equalizer 2000), Zaar has tanks and wears a gratuitous cape. They capture Matthew, bring him to within a stone’s throw of where he was going anyway, then let him escape. Then they chase Matthew to some crumbling temple where he finds the mythical spear with relative ease, only to have the full brunt of Zaar’s armored divisions brought down on his head.

Then we cut to 1986, where college student Michelle (Linda Carol) is randomly poking around the ruins of the very same temple of the future with her boyfriend, Terminator 2 (Robert Patrick) because her “big exam is coming up.” Once again I have to question the colleges attended by people in B-movies. In what class can you prepare for your test by driving out to an old church frequented, as we will soon learn, by rapist biker gangs, and looking at it with no real defined purpose? And if it’s archaeology or art history or something, wouldn’t other members of the class be out there as well, or at the very least, shouldn’t you be doing something a little more scientific than wandering aimlessly while a Terminator 2 sits on the steps and complains about being bored and needing to get back to town so he can kill John Conner? Or shouldn’t the professor at least have warned his female students that the deserted site is routinely patrolled by vicious gangs of rapists? This is as unacademic as the classrooms in movies like Gor where the entire curriculum seems to be based around listening to a professor make random proclamations about some ridiculous pet theory of his, or the grad student in Cannibal Ferox whose thesis was “Cannibals don’t exist any more” when everyone else had to write thesis papers like “Aspects on Process Engineering in the Finnish Pulp and Paper Industry.”         

Michelle’s investigative archaeology is accompanied by that 80s direct-to-video action film music that is so hard to explain yet so familiar as soon as you hear it. It’s a playful little number, and the sound isn’t straight synth nor is it a mimic of the piano, exactly. But in pretty much every 80s direct-to-video action film, they used this style of theme for the “makin’ love” scene or the “just horsin’ around” scene. I’m a bit surprised that there is no Future Hunters soundtrack on Varese Sarabande, as “Soundtrack on Varese Sarabande” is the single most repeated phrase in the entire Psychotronic Video Guide. The world is a darker place for not having a CD quality recording of “Love Theme from Future Hunters.”

After this goes on a spell, Michelle and Terminator 2 are randomly attacked by a biker gang who, for some reason or another, like to troll the ruins of out in the middle of nowhere churches looking for loving young college couples to terrorize. I guess they didn’t realize they were messing with Terminator 2, who I assumed would instantly turn his pinky finger into a long silver spike and stick it in someone’s shoulders (a painful sensation not unlike the one you’ll feel watching most of this movie), then follow it up with that very determined “running after the vehicle” shtick all Terminator 2′s are wont to do. But then this was 1986, and we were barely done with Terminator 1, so I guess Robert Patrick didn’t have his Terminator 2 powers yet (though later in the film he does do a determined run after a jeep in a scene I’m sure he included on his highlight reel to get the T2 job). As a result, he gets his ass kicked and is forced to soothe his bruised ego with the knowledge that it won’t be too long before he’s strong enough to beat up the gaunt, corpse-like Edward Furlong, who would achieve the dubious honor in his twenties of looking less vital and more deathly than Peter Cushing (whose picture is in the dictionary next to the word “gaunt”) did a month after he died.          

Michelle is about to be on the bad end of an 80s action film style raping when Richard Norton wanders up out of nowhere and beats the tar out of the bikers before getting shot and handing the Spear of Longinus over to Michelle, stammering that she must use it to prevent the apocalypse. So I guess the time travel thing works, even though they later explain that the spear can’t possibly work unless you have both halves of it (the shaft is elsewhere). He also stammers a few names, all of whom, conveniently, are related in some way to the community college (or Touro) Michelle attends. And then Matthew dies and goes off to get more use out of his costume in Equalizer 2000.

As is often the case with these types of films, I realize that I’m straying a bit too far into the realm of plot synopsis, but once again I feel it’s justified, as there’s not much hope otherwise of explaining just how cracked in the head a film like Future Hunters can manage to be. Because before too long, Michelle and T2 are on the run from a secret society of Nazis who want to get the Spear and use it to cause the apocalypse we saw before the credits. Which is kind of odd, as they couldn’t possibly have possessed the spear the first time they caused the future apocalypse — which is the first and only time I’ll mention the underlying stupidity of the entire time travel plotline, since for starters is gets dropped almost immediately, but mostly because no one should bend themselves out of shape worrying about shoddy time travel threads in Future Hunters, a movie that, soon enough, will present us with everything from an impromptu kungfu film to an army of stone age midgets to a secret society of sexy Filipina Amazons in the jungles of South Asia.          

Also, if Matthew retrieved the Spear from it’s ancient resting place half an hour outside of Los Angeles (how the hell did it get there?), then traveled back in time to that same location, isn’t the 1986 Spear of Longinus still in the temple? Maybe the Nazi bad guys should just use that one instead of the future Spear of Longinus.

Michelle and T2, whose name in this movie is actually Slade (and I mention this only because Robert Patrick and Richard Norton appear together in Equalizer 2000, where Norton’s character is named Slade — Santiago apparently has a fetish for the name) must find the elusive Professor Hightower, and doing so leads them to Hong Kong. I guess her big test wasn’t that important after all. Also, I guess she’s incredibly rich to be able to close up her crappy desert diner and fly to Hong Kong that same day. But then I expect no less from a naive young college girl who, for some inexplicable reason is able to outdrive, outfox, and outshoot the various trained killers sent after her. Robert Patrick spends most of the movie being believably beaten up, on the other hand. I hope you like the sight of him lying on his back with a dumb look on his face, because you’re going to get it a lot.

T2 has a friend who is a taxi driver in Hong Kong, but more importantly, he has a friend who is a taxi driver and is also Bruce Le, though as was his lot in life, he’s often miscredited as Bruce Li. Because a random taxi driver in Hong Kong will obviously be in tune with rumors surrounding missing anthropology professors from small American colleges, he informs our duo that Hightower’s last reported location was at the Forbidden Pagoda, a tourist attraction which no one is allowed to enter lest they incur the wrath of high kicking kungfu warrior Hwang Jang Lee, dressed like he just came from the set of the latest Seasonal Films production, or possibly from a kungfu film themed amusement park. When T2 tries to enter the pagoda, he gets whupped, which leads to a lengthy fight scene between Le and Hwang, complete with the sudden introduction of kungfu film sound effects. When the monk is finally dispatched — not via the fight, but because a sniper attempts to kill T2 and kills the monk instead — Le and T2 enter the pagoda, look around for for a few seconds, then testily proclaim, “Nothing!” Then they walk away. Shouldn’t they report the murder to the police or something? Worst tourist attraction in Hong Kong!      

Oddly, this isn’t the first time Bruce Le has found himself randomly inserted into a film for a gratuitous if not unwelcome fight scene. A while back, I was wondering if Bollywood, always quick to exploit a trend, had ever produced any Bruce Lee exploitation films (films that cast someone with a similar name or haircut in an attempt to sucker people into thinking they’re going to see the real Bruce Lee). Eventually, I came across Katilon Ke Kaatil starring Dharmendra and featuring a scene were he randomly walks by Bruce Le — who hasn’t been in the film before and won’t appear again — and a fight breaks out. I mean, I assume that if Dharmendra and Bruce Le swagger by each other, a fight is going to break out, but it had nothing at all to do with the rest of the movie. I guess there was a period in the 1980s when directors in need of some extra action and running time could put in an order for Bruce Le, and they’d just ship him from Hong Kong in a wooden crate to wherever they needed him. Today, he remains in a huge warehouse full of crates like the one in Indiana Jones, stored alongside the likes of Sho Kosugi, patiently meditating until the day their services are once more required to save the world from the awakening of Cthulhu.

So having now seen exactly how the film suddenly becomes a kungfu film for ten minutes, it still doesn’t make any more sense than when I thought someone had mistakenly recorded Eagle vs. Silver Fox over part of Future Hunters. I mean, all that for absolutely no reason? I was about to swear that this whole film was assembled piecemeal out of other equally bad but less nonsensical films, but that isn’t the case. I mean, I saw Hwang Jang Lee and Robert Patrick in the same shot together, and this was before the world possessed the technology to digitally insert Robert Patrick into every movie ever made, which I assume we’re going to do.

And even though I knew it wasn’t the case, the rest of the movie caused the same feeling. Things get no less logical when Michelle and T2 follow the trail to South Asia with a band of Nazis hot on their trail. There, in the jungles, they encounter a tribe of stone-age midgets who aid them in their quest to recover the shaft of the spear, which is in a cave guarded by a city of scantily clad Amazons. And when one of these movies ends up in an Amazon city, you know you’re going to get at least one really awkwardly staged catfight. In the end, an earthquake happens for no reason, foam rocks bounce harmlessly off people who show up bloody and dead in the next shot, and Michelle randomly holds up the spear, causing all the midgets to cheer and the film to end. 

Before we go much further, like talking about how the Spear doesn’t even do anything in the end, let’s discuss the career of one Cirio Santiago, the Roger Corman of The Philippines — though I suspect them of actually being the same man. Understanding a film like Future Hunters may be as impossible as understanding the full implications of quantum mechanics, but understanding a little about Santiago might help us at least grasp a film like this on some elementary, superficial level. Future Hunters and the many films like it bearing Santiago’s name are lasting monuments to nepotism. Santiago is the son of a studio founder, which might help explain how Santiago got his first jobs. And those jobs were as producer on a film called Cavalry Command in 1963 and as director of 1964′s Darna and the Tree Monster, an entry in a popular pulp superheroine adventure series.

It was in the 1970s, however, that Santiago really came into his own. Roger Corman, always on the prowl for ways to save money, hit upon The Philippines as the ideal location for many of his productions. The sprawling island-nation has long been and continues to be the stand-in for a variety of places populated by chubby guys with thick mustaches and Hawaiian shirts. It was the go-to place for any film set in Vietnam or Cambodia, at least until Thailand became a more viable option. Future Hunters is one of the few movies to actually attempt — and fail — to pass the streets of Manila off as downtown Los Angeles, but hey, you gotta respect the moxie. Corman most famously produced a series of sweaty, lesbian-filled women in prison films in The Philippines, and it’s probably around this time that he struck up his relationship with Cirio Santiago. Although he still produced and directed local fare during that time, Santiago became the go-to guy for American co-productions slumming it in Manila. He produced and/or directed a number of blaxploitation films throughout the 70s, and in the 80s he split his time between cheapjack action films — mostly set in Vietnam — and cheapjack post apocalypse scifi, almost all of which got distributed by one Roger Corman company or another in the United States, much to the delight and puzzlement of people like me who prowled video store shelves in search of anything with a title like Machete Maidens of Mora Tao.
           
Future Hunters may be his crowning achievement, a film of such stunning incompetence, with such total disregard for making even the least bit of sense, that one can hardly process it. Seriously, by the time ancient Mongol horsemen attack the 1986 Nazi camp in The Philippines, you’re not even going to care any more. This film contains more individual movies and genres than most Bollywood films. All it lacks is a song and dance number, but what it lacks in terms of item numbers by Helen it more than makes up for with shots of young Robert Patrick lying spread eagle on a bed in his tighty whities. By the time we got to the end and realized that the Spear of Longinus serves no purpose whatsoever, all I was capable of doing was lying in the corner, giggling uncontrollably and scrawling esoteric runes from floor to ceiling on every wall in my padded cell.

Seriously, what the hell were we thinking in the 1980s? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m happy that amazingly freakish crap like this got made, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wonder how the hell it happened. Cirio Santiago has, in his career, flirted with competence; Future Warriors doesn’t even flirt with coherence. This film simply shouldn’t be, and like I said, even though the footage is original, it feels like the entire movie was pasted together out of other shot-in-The-Philippines movies. Both the Amazons and the midget tribe ideas would return in Warriors of the Apocalypse, directed by Bobby Suarez, who on some days I would swear is just the third part of the unholy trinity formed along with Corman and Santiago. Richard Norton driving around in the post-apocalyptic wasteland would show up again in Santiago’s own Equalizer 2000.    

But perhaps weirdest of all is that a few years after this, Robert Patrick would appear in another “time travelin’ to save the future” movie, albeit one with a considerably larger profile. I can only assume that young James Cameron was sitting around one day and, much like me, popped a copy of Future Hunters into the VCR and, mere minutes later, thought to himself, “I have to get this guy to be the terminator in my next movie!” But as the guy who plays the king of the caveman midgets wasn’t available, Cameron did the next best thing and cast the annoying redneck prone to lying around in his man panties as an unstoppable killing machine from the future.

Patrick’s performance, like that of his co-star Linda Carol, consists entirely of plaintive whining. “We have to protect the spear!” “Aww, dang, Ah don’ wanna protect tha spear!” “Oh come on! Help me protect the spear!” After spending a few minutes with them, nuclear apocalypse is suddenly looking like the preferable choice. When watching the endless banter, when watching him get beat up by Hwang Jang Lee, when watching the T2000 buffalo shots, remember that this guy somehow, despite being in Future Hunters, went on to star in not one, but two of the hugest franchises of all time, although one of those came after the characters people actually gave a damn about had already left the show.

Still, the rest of the cast wasn’t nearly as lucky. Well, except for Hwang and Le, but I’m pretty sure they’re only in this movie because Cirio accidentally stumbled onto the set of a film they were already filming and decided to work it into his own movie. I mean, you never really need an excuse to pad your film with a fight scene between Hwang Jang Lee and Bruce Le.

Linda Carol had a smattering of film and television appearances of little consequence, the highest profile of which was the women in prison spoof Reform School Girls. Everyone in that movie had the misfortune of having to compete with half naked Wendy O. Williams of The Plasmatics as she howled like a banshee and rode a school bus to hell. Everyone else had solid careers in TV shows you only pretend to like but never actually watched (I don’t care what they say on VH1 specials or what the camp appeal of William Shatner may be; you did not watch T.J. Hooker) and films like Bloodfist VI, but they must all be watching Robert Patrick in Terminator 2 and thinking, “Holy shit, I once hit that guy with a floor lamp while he was in his underwear.”

And Aussie ass-kicker Richard Norton, it goes without saying, is awesome, even though almost everything he’s ever made stinks to high heaven.

Of course, the end of the day means admitting that the individual pieces of this film are far more entertaining than the whole. For every minute we spend with bikini clad Amazons and warrior midgets, we spend twice as much time with Slade and Michelle as they bicker with each other. Still, this movie is just weird enough to make it fascinating so long as you are a viewer possessed of some high degree of constitution. It’s no Roller Blade, but where else are you going to get a movie where a guy time travels back to 1986 to give the spear of destiny to Terminator 2 so he can show it to Bruce Le while running from Nazis who get attacked by Genghis Khan’s hordes while they are surrounded by caveman midgets and Filipina Amazons? I’m a sucker for movies like this, and Future Hunters won me over. If Fantasy Mission Force has a kindred spirit, this film is it.

Oh, and what ever became of ol’ Cirio Santiago you may ask? Well, in 1995 he was appointed by none other than Filipino President Fidel Ramos as head of the Philippines Film Development Fund. The Fund’s purpose?

“To improve the quality of Filipino films.”

Review from the Monsterhunter website:

For 20 minutes, Future Hunters is the greatest movie ever made. With its Richard Norton leatherpocalypse scenes of non-stop Mad Max-style cars racing around desolate rock and sand covered terrain and its violent shoot outs complete with exploding vehicles, it was like someone took Equalizer 2000 and Raiders Of The Sun and compressed them into a highly concentrated speedball of sneering and sweating ultra-manly aggression. It probably makes sense that that someone was director Cirio H. Santiago who also teamed up with Richard Norton and Rich’s leather pants to bring us Equalizer 2000 (in the same year no less!) and Raiders Of The Sun!

The opening narration lets us know exactly what sort of post-apocalypse we are in for which I’m always in favor of because it’s so much quicker to just tell me why Rich has jumped off a two story tower into his leather pants than to show me with a bunch of boring set up scenes of the world going into the crapper. (It’s all probably going to be a montage of stock disaster footage and bad models getting blown up anyway.)

I don’t even remember what the specifics were this time around beyond the fact that Rich was the last guy left that was trying to recover the Spear of Longinus in an effort to somehow reverse the holocaust that had occurred several decades prior. (For all you liberals and other atheists out there, the Spear of Longinus is the spear that Jesus was stabbed with.)

To give you an idea of the perfectness of these opening scenes, you have to understand a little about Equalizer 2000. That movie was built around Rich’s love affair with a mega-gun called the Equalizer 2000. It was souped up and could shoot explosive shells among other things. It was pretty sweet, but it kept getting stolen and it seemed to have a horrible time finding its mark because Rich was fighting the same guys for well over an hour before really making a dent in them with the E2K.

In Future Hunters though, Rich is equipped with a gun that frankly surpasses the E2K. This one has the capacity to blast everything like the E2K, but you can also load it with exploding arrows just like Rambo used!

Condensed though things are, the first 20 minutes mimics the plot of a full-sized post-apocalyptic flick by having Rich get captured, escape, and miraculously run right into the temple where the spear is hidden!

But the bad guys aren’t exactly giving up! They’re going after Rich, but because Future Hunters isn’t just about raising the bar for this sort of thing, but is all about chucking it into the stratosphere, they don’t send a wave of thugs in after him. They just start blasting away at him with tanks!

Oh Spear of Longinus! Please use your mysterious, unexplained, and all around nonsensical superpowers to deliver Rich from this awesomely explosive evil!

And it does! It sends Rich straight on back in time, right back into the 1980s, leather pants and vest and all!

And as luck would have it (for the audience!), he stumbles out of the temple and smack dab into a biker gang trying to rape a woman!

Rich beats them up, gets shot, and stabs a guy with the Spear of Longinus (he turns to ash!) and before dying in the car of the woman and her boyfriend, delivers enough plot points to keep them going for the next extraordinarily painful (and Richard Norton free) 75 minutes!

The rest of the movie is stupidly boring though Cirio was pulling out all the stops to try to make up for pulling the old switcheroo on us with his abandonment of the Richard Norton future world for the Robert Patrick and ugly girlfriend current world.

There’s some self-styled Nazis after the Spear and if they get their hands on it, the world will end for some reason and cause Richard Norton’s world to become a reality, but if Robert and his old lady can stop them, I guess we get to keep our old, boring, crappy world where cars don’t have spikes welded to the hoods.

The movie from here on out is a series of unexplained coincidences and plot holes that have the good guys and bad guys encountering each other and losing the head of the spear to each other with a tedious regularity. Even the characters seemed to be deliberately doing stuff to make sure action occurred no matter how pointless.

How else to explain that the head Nazi didn’t kill the good guys right away, but waited until he was in his helicopter to fire missiles at his own compound where the good guys were trying to escape? Or that the bad guys left a fueled up second helicopter with a flight plan right there for the good guys to steal and fly after them? Or that the bad guys then left a bomb on the second helicopter just in case the good guys steal it and fly after them? Or that the bad guys use the radio to warn/taunt the good guys that there’s a bomb on board and the bad guys are just about to set it off which gives the good guys time to jump out into the ocean and escape again?

You’ve also got a kung fu scene that didn’t have anything to do with anything which involved a friend of Robert Patrick he knew in Hong Kong. This guy was fighting against one of those white haired kung fu masters and I suppose it was memorable for when Robert’s friend pulled some nunchucks out of his sock.

There was also a tribe of Filipino midgets Robert and his lady had to help out against another tribe which went on forever and amounted to nothing.

This was one time I was rooting for the “shock” ending where somehow Richard Norton’s ruined future happened anyway and we’d get to see him killing stuff as the credits rolled. Instead it ended with Robert’s girlfriend holding the spear up in the air while wearing a goofy smile as Robert Patrick and his midget buddies looked on appreciatively.

If you insist on post-apocalypse Filipino midget action, I recommend watching Equalizer 2000 and then playing the first part of this movie like it was the epilogue to Equalizer 2000 and then shut it all down and fire up Raiders Of The Sun.

David Knight's review from the Firefox News website:

Future Hunters begins appropriately enough in the future, the year 2025 "almost 40 years since the Great Holocaust" where we are told that a group of rebels has stood against an evil Lord Zaar until one last rebel remains, Matthew (Richard Norton) who is the last hope of civilization. His quest is to find the spear of Longinus that is said to be so powerful it could turn back time. It was of course the spear of a Roman soldier who used it to pierce the side of Christ. This is no religious tract however, the use of the artifact though, and the film has no real agenda other than a mystical object to quest for. After all, Indiana Jones had his ‘Lost Ark’ so it was almost a given requirement at the time of pulp-style, serial-style, B-movies that a religious artifact had to be the treasure sought.

As for the SF/ Fantasy/ pop-culture at the time of the film’s release, the legend of Longinus’ spear was most famously used in the 1980s as part of author Barry Sadler’s Casca: The Eternal Mercenary series of books, which featured a character called Casca Longinus as that Roman soldier, doomed to wander immortal only until the return of Jesus. Sadler’s premise of course, opposed the anti-Semitic lore of the past that had long claimed there was a ‘wandering Jew’ awaiting the return. Fans of DC Comics may recall that ‘The Spear Of Destiny’ played a prominent role in The Last Days Of The Justice Society published in 1985 (I can still remember reading both those series concurrently). Historically speaking, there was also popular thought among some of the more esoteric elements of Nazi Germany that it existed and if found would be an important tool in their Reich. These things are useful to know as the film progresses.

There is a lot of action crammed into a fairly short time dealing with the post-apocalyptic future. The feel is more Mad Max (1979), than it is Road Warrior (1981) or Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (1985) and it looks a bit better than Warriors of The Wasteland (1983). We see Matthew tearing up the roadway pursued by others in cars, bikes, and even tanks. There is a capture, an escape, a faked death ruse, accompanied by plenty of gunfire and pyro.

After his escape, Matthew is apparently cornered in the ruins of an old temple. But it was there he had intended to get to. He picks up the spearhead from an imbedded resting place in what looks like a weathered Roman funerary relief. And then we get a fairly innocuous credit sequence.

The next sequence takes place at the ruins, but in the year 1986. We meet the film’s two leads characters, Michelle (Linda Carol), and her ex-marine boyfriend, Slade (Robert Patrick. She is an anthropology student who is at the ruins as part of her studies. Slade is frustrated with her because she is in school and running a restaurant when she had inherited a lot of money that could free them from their drudgery. As they leave, Matthew wakes up in a dark corner of the ruins.

Outside the ruins, Michelle is attacked by a wandering biker gang that thought she was easy pickings for their entertainment. Slade is overpowered and knocked out. While the gang is attempting to gang rape Michelle who is a fair hellcat in her defense, Matthew stumbles out of the ruins into a meeting with a bunch that looks like most of his adversaries from his own time. He takes them all on and wins. One of them has his back cracked over Mathew’s knee in the relatively short fight. Matthew is mortally wounded, but ne of the opponents that he takes down is stabbed with the spearhead and he disappears like Christopher Lee’s Dracula in an old Hammer film. It establishes the deadly force of the religious artefact to evil doers as had the final action sequence of Raiders Of The Lost Ark (1981) established the deadly power of the Ark against evil doers. This is all part of the sub-genre expectations.

As they race towards the city, Matthew tells them his story, that the spear must be rejoined with the shaft to avert the holocaust to come. He warns them to beware though for evil forces will be already seeking them out. He doesn’t make it, and Slade believe he was crazy as apparently did as well. But not Michelle: she researches ‘The Spear of Destiny" and she believes Matthew’s dying words.

A hulking, Aryan looking, almost Albino looking, giant of a man in a high end white suit shows up at her restaurant accompanied by his goons. They are looking for the spear head, and I can only guess that the organization they are members of has access to police arrest reports on short notice, because that is the only way they could have known. This won’t be the first time they are pursued by a party with no explanation as to how they were found. It could subtly suggest they have a supernatural source of information, or perhaps it is merely an explanation nobody thought was needed clarified in order to get to the next scene.

After a chance escape they flee to a nearby university to see a Professor Hightower, as that was a name mentioned by Matthew. They find he is not there and his colleague who is there, Fielding, wanted them to trust him and leave the spear with him because Hightower was somewhere in Asia, possibly Hong Kong. They leave determined to speak only with Hightower about the artefact. And when they are fired upon in a car chase on the road out, Slade reluctantly agrees to go to Hong Kong with Michele.

At the airport they are met by Slade’s old friend Liu (conveniently, plot-wise) who is played by Bruce Le. The credit sequence however, lists Bruce Li. They are two different names/actors, although both of them did have careers built on marketed likenesses to the great Bruce Lee after his passing. I am sure this one is Bruce Le. I have seen his Shaolin Fists Of Fury (1987) many, many times: it is Le at his best and most deserving of genre fan respect.

Liu tells Slade and Michele that the last known location he was able to find on Hightower was "The Forbidden Pagoda Of The Silver Fox" and that he and Slade could check it out. He warns Slade that it is said The Silver Fox guards the pagoda with his life.
Slade and Liu find no obvious clues at the pagoda when they are confronted by The Silver Fox himself. Martial arts fans will recognize that The Silver Fox is played by Hwang Jang Lee, who had played the character in a number of classic and not-so classic martial arts films. Slade is not interested in leaving and it may be unintended, but seeing Robert Patrick standing up to Hwang Jang Lee and being quickly trounced is a riot. Clearly his character hadn’t seen Secret Rivals (1976) or Snake in The Eagle’s Shadow (1978)!

Liu steps in to save his buddy, and the fight between Bruce Le and Hwang Jang Lee, The Silver Fox is really a standout of the whole film, absolutely the best one-on-one fight of any characters in Future Hunters.

They fight hand to hand, with Bruce Le showing good form, and not so much the Bruce Lee mannerisms that characterized most of his work of the ten years preceding. Some of Le’s posture between feigns and attacks seem more like Alexander Lo Rei actually, than Bruce Lee. He gets a few basic kicks in, and The Silver Fox doesn’t faze much. The Silver Fox puts some boot in mostly as a series of feigns, before the slow motion starts in as he puts in a one-two-three series of kicks to Le’s chest and shoulders. This is a done-in-one shot too: no camera tricks of any kind. It deserved the slow motion exposition.

When The Silver Fox crouches down, and grasps a staff that had been hidden out of shot, he goes after Le again, but there is clearly an edit when Le avoids the initial attack. He rolls away and then retrieves nunchuku that he had hidden in the foreleg of his pants. The limitations of the nunchaku as an offensive weapon against the reach of the staff, is briefly on display, just as its effectiveness as a defensive weapon is clear. The only reason Le is able to disarm Silver Fox of the staff is because the script said so, as the fight choreography leading up to it did not allow for that to occur.

Le discards the staff and it is then his nunchaku versus the unarmed Silver Fox. The Silver Fox is believably quick to disarm Le of the nunchaku with a left then a right kick. In addition to the above average reach of his legs in his kicking skills of renown, he shows that two kicks are better than one for the need. Had he immediately kicked right only, in order to disarm Le’s left hand of the nunchaku, its defensive strengths would have likely won out. By kicking left and then right, it appears that he allowed his left kick to be essentially a distracting graze which drew Le’s attention from the real intent, right kick to target left hand.

Silver Fox’s last move is a leap that lets him kick Le in the back of the neck and shoulders as he kicks his left right into Robert Patrick as he picks himself up. We aren’t allowed to see a definite winner or loser to the fight as an assassin’s bullet meant for Slade takes out The Silver Fox in mid-form. Slade asks Liu where he learned to fight like that, and Liu says, smiling, "My grandfather taught me. He was a Shaolin monk."

They flee back to the hotel barely in time to stop a half-stripped Michele from torture by more villains (this time, Chinese) also seeking the spear head. They roust them, but keep one to beat information out of. They then learn that Hightower was last known to them to be in the Venus Valley, a land where resides an Amazon tribe. This is apparently somewhere in Manila.

Their journey then leads Slade and Michele to cross paths with a bunch of neo-Nazis. They of course have an ideology sprung form the Third Reich, and equally have the same esoteric interests in supernatural artefacts, especially ‘The Spear Of Destiny’.

With some of the fights that follow it looks like Patrick as an actor, with his physical presence in the fight sequences is such that he had the stuff that action heroes are made of, and should have done well in that type of casting. It likely never came to pass because action cinema at the time wasn’t looking for an All-American action hero type as much as it was interested in bulked-up wrestler/ muscle builder type action film leads. He comes off like a lithe and slimmer John Cena but with more convincing acting.

The Neo-Nazis are the main pursuers of the story, but along the way they are coerced by some ‘little people’ living in the side of a mountain to help them fight off raiding Mongol hordes (that look right out of an historical epic). Their assistance gives them the next location on their quest. Obviously, when they find the Amazon tribe it becomes Michele’s show. The tribe would obviously see her as the only one they need deal with, if she proves worthy.

Ursula Marquez plays the Amazon Queen, and Elizabeth Oropesa plays her champion warrior. The Amazon Queen will provide them with information they need, but only if Michele wins in a fight to the death with her champion warrior, and in the event she loses Slade’s life is on the line. The women fight on a log surrounded by a ring of fire, with crocodiles below. They fight with primitive swords. There is some genuinely good fight choreography along with a few "courtesy" shots during their fight.

There are a few ‘final reel’ surprises before their quest is achieved and Michele gets to pose statuesque like the warrior-queen of the Celts, Boudicca. This a great b-movie, an R-Rated 12 chapter serial condensed into one film, with the non-stop action and often preposterous plot twists that characterized those old serials. It has a lot of similar raw elements of Jimmy Wang Yu’s Fantasy Mission Force (1982), yet it plays a bit more coherently: I hesitate to say more believably!

J. Lee Thompson wrote the script from a story by producer Anthony Maharaj. Thompson is old enough to remember the days of the matinee chapter serials, and it is clear one or both of them intentionally structured the story after their story conventions of impossible cliff-hanger captures and escapes, and plot left turns all the way to end.

Thompson wrote the Charles Bronson film 10 to Midnight, in addition to directing a whole slew of Bronson’s films -- St. Ives, The White Buffalo, (the under-rated Casablanca homage) Cabo Blanco, 10 to Midnight, The Evil That Men Do, Murphy’s Law, (the very uneven) Death Wish 4: The Crackdown, Messenger of Death, and Kinjite: Forbidden Subjects. In the 60s he directed full fledged classics The Guns Of Navarone, Cape Fear, and MacKenna’s Gold. In the 70s he directed the franchise sequels, Conquest of The Planet of The Apes and Battle For The Planet of The Apes. In addition to his solid work on the Bronson pictures though he took a few left turns in the 80s to make the awful camp King Solomon’s Mines, and the not much better Chuck Norris film, Firewalker.

Robert Patrick is now most famous for his villainous role in Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), and his fill-in seasons on the Chris Carter series X-Files while the series’ original male lead David Duchovny was absent. He also starred in Hong Kong 97 (1994). His most recent role of note was on the CBS television series The Unit.

Linda Carol appeared in many low-budget films and direct-to-video features, but she may be most widely recognized for her role as Jenny opposite Sybil Danning, and the Plasmatics’ lead singer Wendy O. Williams in Reform School Girls (1986).

Bruce Le was one of many actors/martial artists trotted out to feed the kung fu film fan desire for Bruce Lee films that could never be made after his passing. While many of the films were successful they were often cheap cash-ins. By far his best film, and the one I feel most confident in urging people to check out would be Shaolin Fists Of Fury aka Ninja Over The Great Wall (1987).

Richard Norton has had bigger roles in many films over the years. He played villains in the Jackie Chan films City Hunter (1993) and Mr. Nice Guy (1997). He was also in such films as Force: Five (1981), starred in Return of The Kickfighter (1987) with Bruce Le and director Anthony Maharaj and starred opposite Cynthia Rothrock in the China O’Brien movies (1990+91), and in her Rage And Honor movies (1992+93) as well. He started off small in big pictures of the genre with minor roles in the Chuck Norris films The Octagon (1980) and Forced Vengence (1982).

Hwang Jang Lee IS The Silver Fox.

The director, Cirio H. Santiago has a history in film equally as long as Thompson’s. He did films with Roger Corman. He broke some ground in the "Blaxplotation" era as well, for example directing the urban-samurai/Nam film Fighting Mad (1978), and directing Playboy Playmate Jeannie Bell’s starring turns in T.N.T. Jackson (1974) and in The Muthers (1976); directing Mad Max-type films Stryker (1983), and Dune Warriors with David Carradine (1991), Raiders Of The Sun also with Richard Norton (1992); Viet Nam themed films like Killer Instinct also with Robert Patrick(1987), Kill Zone with Carradine (1993); and martial arts films with Jerry Trimble, Live By The Fist (1993) and One Man Army (1994).

Nathan Shumate's review from the Cold Fusion Video website:

If you've watched many new direct-to-video movies (or, as the new term has it "D2DVD") in the past few years, you've noticed just how many unimpressive movies there are cobbled together from old stock footage, with minor "original" bits to tie it all together. (Such movies show up with appalling regularity at Jabootu's Bad Movie Dimension.)

How does that relate to today's movie under discussion, dating as it does to 1985? Well, the good news is that as far as I can tell, every inch of footage was shot original to this motion picture.

The script, though, is just as Frankensteined together as anything currently besmirching the new-release wall.

I think I can even discern which borrowed elements were used to make the initial pitch: "It's part Terminator, part Raiders of the Lost Ark!" But that doesn't even begin to do justice to this hack job, which also manages to incorporate The Maltese Falcon, Romancing the Stone, The Road Warrior, any of several hundred interchangeable kung fu movies, every "lost world of Amazons" movie ever made, and maybe even For Your Height Only.

Oh, and it sucks, too.

As a voiceover narration helpfully informs us, we begin in 2025, almost forty years after the world falls down and goes boom. There's one man, Matthew, who is trying to find the legendary Spear of Longinus, the fabled implement which pierced Christ's side and thus gained phenomenal (though vague) powers, one of which is to travel through time. Matthew is trying to go back forty years and keep the holocaust from happening. Yes, all of this information (and more!) is contained in the narration; why bother with that namby "visual storytelling" when you can just unload efficient exposition?

And yup, there's Matthew (Richard Norton) himself, driving a MadMaxMobile across an arid landscape, pursued by two more such contraptions. As usual, gasoline doesn't seem to be in short supply; neither do the rounds which Matthew's pursuers expend in automatic weapons fire. But Matthew outranks them there -- they've got machine guns, but he's got a grenade launcher!

Unfortunately, Matthew is himself outgunned by the warlord Zaar (David Light), who has a number of tanks at his disposal. Matthew is captured and dragged to a bad matte painting of a fortress, escapes, runs next door to the mission-style church (which everyone calls "the temple") and, lo and behold, this is where Tsar is keeping the spear! How convenient!

I should note that at least someone did some research. I read a book a few years back that purportedly told the true story of the spear of Longinus (though, naturally, it was also vague on what the spear could actually do apart from poking crucified messiahs), and the prop they use here does look like the picture in the book. Well, except for the animated-in glow that pulses through it when Matthew picks it up. I'm hoping that really mystically-charged artifacts have better special effects. Oh, and although everyone calls it the "spear," it's actually just the spearhead -- it's a lot easier to run around with a desperately-sought artifact when it isn't seven feet long.

Anyway. Tsar orders his tanks to fire on the temple rather than let Matthew get it. Everything explodes...

...And we roll opening credits and cut to 1986. The back of the video says 1989, but that's easy enough to explain -- the movie was made in 1985, but couldn't find anyone desperate/stupid enough to distribute it for four more years.

So. 1986, same church out in the desert, though it doesn't look much better for wear than it does in forty years. In fact, the entire landscape is just as arid and deserted as it is in the future. Are you sure there was a nuclear apocalypse? (The matte painting is notably absent, though.) A young couple is exploring the abandoned church. Actually, only Michelle (Linda Carol) is exploring it, because she wants to be an anthropologist in addition to a cafe owner because her dad died and all he left her was a bunch of money. Her boyfriend Slade (Robert Patrick) is just hanging around, waiting for her to be done; in addition, he helpfully gives us the chunk of Michelle's backstory above through some exceptionally clumsy dialogue. (Well, exceptional compared to most movies, not to what follows in this one.)

As they get ready to leave, a small biker gang (ganglet?) rides up and proceeds to molest them, because there's nothing bikers like better than checking in on small abandoned churches in the desert to see if there's anyone there to rape. They kick the tar out of Slade, and are about ready to take turns with Michelle, when Matthew wakes up inside the church with the spear in his hand -- he's been blown backward in time! He comes out of the church and makes short work of the bikers (one of them melts into ash when stabbed with the spearhead), but takes a bullet in a vital organ.

Michelle and Slade try to get him to a hospital, but he gives them the spear and a short, nonsensical description of it and its powers before he expires in their backseat. His last words are to find someone named "Hightower" who knows all about the spear's power and destiny. (That, and the fact that he didn't know what they meant when they said they were "outside L.A." I can understand his confusion -- I mean, is Los Angeles supposed to look so much like the Philippines?)

Slade's one of those "don't get involved" people, and wants Michelle to forget all about it after they ditch the corpse with the police, but he didn't see someone melt to ash like she did. Plus, I guess he doesn't have the soul of a wanna-be great anthropologist. No, he's just a cropduster mechanic. (Gee, wonder if that will come in handy later.) And she's not the only one who thinks the spear might be important; while they're cleaning up the cafe, a trio of standard-issue heavies come in, demand the spearhead, and demonstrate that they really don't know how to wreck a restaurant very well. They then leave because... um... customers are coming. (Curses! In a cafe, of all places! Foiled again!)

Michelle finds Professor Hightower's work in the library; he's one of the foremost experts on the spear of Longinus, and wouldn't you know it, he's a member of the faculty right here at the local university. (In, L.A., I mean. Where this is taking place. Not in the Philippines, where of course this is not taking place.) Unfortunately, Hightower has disappeared somewhere around Hong Kong on one of his expeditions, according to Professor Fielding (Ed Crick), who offers to take the spear off her hands. When she refuses, he then offers to put Hightower in touch with her as soon as he resurfaces, and she gives him her address. (Let's see -- you want the professor to contact you, and you know that bad guys are trying to take the spear by force; wouldn't leaving your phone number be more appropriate? On the other hand, the bad guys seemed to intuit who she was and where she ran her cafe,so...)

Well, more bad guys pursue them down a lonely street (in L.A., dammit, not the Philippines, despite the jungle encroaching on the shoulder of the road!), and only her defensive driving skills keep them alive. She and Slade decide that the most sensible thing to do would be to fly to Hong Kong and try to find Hightower. After all, there are only six million people in the city, all speaking a language they don't know; how hard could it be?

Plus, they do have an advantage: Slade has a friend in Hong Kong. What's more, he drives a taxi (and who better to track someone down than a taxi driver?). And what's even more, he's Bruce Li! That's quite the ace in the hole, especially when (after driving around pointing at the tall buildings -- these three minutes brought to you by the Hong Kong Tourism Commission) Slade and Li take a trip to the Forbidden Pagoda of the Silver Fox, where Hightower was rumored to have been. Well, they don't find Hightower, but they do find an old kung fu master who cops a "Which part of 'forbidden' don't you understand?" attitude and wipes the floor with Slade.

But -- did I mention? Slade's friend is Bruce Li! Which means that for the next ten minutes, we're going to forget about the plot and watch Li and the kung fu master whup on each other. Hey, we've even got those exaggerated hand-to-hand sound effects that were notably absent when the master beat up Slade.

It seems like the bout will go on forever -- it certainly tries to -- but it's mercifully cut short when a mysterious sniper shoots the kung fu master, although he apparently meant to plug Slade. Slade and Li make a half-hearted effort to find the sniper, but get sidetracked into looking around the pagoda for signs of Hightower. But after ten seconds of diligent searching and finding no obvious graffiti on the walls that says "Hightower was here but went thataway," they shrug their shoulders and trot on their merry way. (They also find no one else taking care of the pagoda. I guess one kung fu master per historic landmark is sufficient.)

They get back to the hotel just in time to catch Michelle once more entertaining thugs (but this time, it's Asian thugs) who're on the trail of the spear. More fighting ensues (man, they oughtta bottle that Bruce Li and sell him in corner stores), and the thug leader spills the beans about Hightower being somewhere in -- the Philippines! Boy, I thought we'd never get there! And extra weirdness: Hightower is supposed to be looking for the fabled Venus Valley, an Amazon-inhabited lost world somewhere in southeast Asia where the shaft of the spear is hidden; the spear and the shaft have to be brought together to have any power (excepting, one assumes, that whole "travelling through time" thing, and that "turning the impaled to ash" thing).

So. Over to exotic Manila we go, where Slade and Michelle ooh and ah some more at the buildings (these three minutes brought to you by the Philippine Tourism Commission). But there's a mysterious someone who's waiting for them -- an evil, nefarious white supremacist who wants the spear to rid the world of all the inferior races, even if it takes a nuclear cleansing! We don't see his face right off, but that's okay; he's got the most overacting hands I've ever seen, which makes up for it. And really -- given that there are absolutely NO other characters it could possible be (unless you think it's Bruce Li), I'll just clue you in: It's Professor Fielding, the guy from the university who offered to relieve Michelle of the spear. And let's just think about this: a), how can someone on an academic's salary afford a foreign villa, plus all the equipment for his neo-Nazi army? and b) would a white supremacist be really happy with his secret hideout in the Philippines, surrounded by, you know, all those brown people (quite a few of whom are among his footsoldiers)?

Fielding's goons try to nab Slade and Michelle at the hotel; many luggage carts and potted plants figure in the ensuing chase, as you can well imagine. The goons grab Michelle, and Slade follows in a convenient vehicle. Check this: Apparently the international date line runs right through the Philippines, because mid-pursuit it changes from the pitch-black night to the middle of the day. Slade, ex-Marine that he is, fights his way through Nazi fodder to the inner room where Fielding and his chief goon loom over Michelle and the much-sought Professor Hightower (Paul Holmes), the latter manacled to the wall. Fielding triumphantly pulls the spear from Michelle's shoulder bag, and... they leave. Kill the captives here and now? Nah -- not when he can fire rockets at his own villa from a helicopter to kill them, right? But Slade and Michelle had enough time to escape the villa first (Hightower, not so much), and gee, wouldn't you know it, there's a second chopper right there, ready to go. Heck, an extra copy of Fielding's flight plans to the Venus Valley are sitting right there on the seat.

You know, it's one thing for a movie not even to try. It's another when it proudly displays the fact, practically walking up to you, slapping you in the face, and proclaiming, "We're not even trying!"

But this chase doesn't get very far, because Fielding has a remote explosive wired to his second chopper. But he waits long enough before pushing the button that Slade and Michelle can jump to safety in the water. And it's only a minor delay; on land, Slade immediately finds a small aircraft hangar and steals a single-prop plane. And of course, he's got the flight plan memorized, so off they go after Fielding again. But now there's no place to land near the right coordinates, and they're almost out of fuel, so they have to bail out again (using a parachute this time) while the plane crashes.

We'll cut short their bickering "banter" in the jungle; suffice it to say that, for the first time since I originally saw Romancing the Stone, I really wished I were watching it again instead. But that's all cut short when they stumble, yes, right into the Nazi camp and into Fielding's clutches. Michelle's again almost about to be given the "rough love" treatment by one of the Nazis (boy, does she ever attract Mr. Wrong) when the camp is attacked...

...by Mongols.

Even just reliving the scene as I write about it makes me want to poke at my cerebral cortex with a straight pin until I skewer that specific memory. Why are there Mongols on horseback, with swords and primitive firearms, inhabiting a Philippine jungle? Not only is there no answer, no one even acts like it's a question.

Cue really boring battle between Nazis and Mongols as a lot of extras we've never seen before get killed. Ten minutes later, when the smoke clears, Slade and Michelle have once again escaped into the jungle with the spear. And there, they meet...

Okay, let me preface this. I'm thinking that the original intention was to get this movie into drive-ins, and the assumption was that by this time, just about everyone there would be making out and paying no attention to the screen. (After all, who wouldn't be turned on by all the "jungle bickering" bits? Not to mention all of the "Michelle almost gets gangraped yet again" scenes.) And you know, if I were at the drive-in for this flick, I'd neck with just about anything to distract me from the feature. But you really have to feel bad for anyone who was getting hot'n'heavy, happened to glance up at the screen, and saw...

... midget Filipino cavepeople.

Seriously. It's like they hired every midget, dwarf, and other variety of little person in the Philippines (plus a few children thrown in to fill out their numbers) to wrap themselves in burlap and meet Slade and Michelle in the jungle. They're a friendly sort, but they've been having awful trouble with the Mongols, so they make a deal with Slade and Michelle: You help us defeat the Mongols, we'll show you where the Venus Valley is. (You know, where the spear's shaft is. That goes with the head of the spear of Longinus. That Matthew brought back from the future. I thought you'd appreciate the recap, since we've moved so far away from the initial premise that the opening scenes must seem like a distant memory.)

And now? Now a full fifteen-minute digression as Slade, Michelle, and the Mighty Munchkins sneak up on the Mongol camp and attack. Here are some things you may not know about Mongols: Their camps are liberally decorated with oil drums. And they buy modern chemicals in plastic containers to mix their own gunpowder for their primitive firearms. Oh, and despite their reputation as ruthless warriors, they can be easily taken on their hometurf by a dozen midgets and two whiny Americans.

Fifteen irreplaceable minutes of my life later, the Mongols are wiped out, and the cave-dwarfs cheerfully point the way to the Venus Valley. Of course, before they get that far... you guessed it. Right into the hands of the Nazis again. By this time, I was about ready to slip Fielding a Jackson to just kill them and be done with it, but no; before he can do anything decisive -- Amazon attack! (Filipino Amazon attack.) They kill a bunch of Nazis and take Slade and Michelle prisoner.

And when Michelle tells what they're looking for, the Head Amazon declares that the only way to earn the right to go up to the cave at the end of the valley is single combat. Not Slade; Michelle. Boy, that'd be a real nailbiter if we cared. As it is, despite the fact that the awkward Michelle is facing the Amazons' undefeated champion, it takes little time for her to knock her opponent into the crocodile pit and earn their passage.

And in the cave, they find... well, a stick. (What were you expecting?) Oh, and Fielding, showing up for his last-ditch attempt to get the whole spear-and-accessory set for himself. Slade and Fielding fight; Fielding gets killed with the spearhead. (Oh, irony... or something.) Naturally, the cave decides to collapse into huge styrofoam boulders, but Slade and Michelle are dug out by... the cavemidgets. ("Hey, we've paid for the whole troupe through Thursday -- maybe we should use them again!")

Michelle emerges into the sunlight, fits the spearhead to the shaft, holds it aloft, and... The end.

That's it? The spear doesn't DO anything?

Nope. Roll credits.

This pitiful excuse for a motion picture comes to us courtesy of Cirio H. Santiago, notorious hack director from the Corman stable who has quite possibly directed more forgettable post-apocalyptic movies than anyone before or since (with the possible exception of Albert Pyun). But even having seen several of Santiago's other movies, I still couldn't anticipate that he could put his hand to such an ill-conceived -- or unconceived -- project. It's a movie that surprises and horrifies you by hitting what you thought was bottom pretty early, then digging several sub-basements below that.

More horrifying is that the screenplay is by J.L. (aka "J. Lee") Thompson, director of the last two Planet of the Apes movies. Thank whatever you hold holy that, of all the filched crap that shows up in here, he didn't throw in any talking chimps.

And in retrospect, it's easy to see the best part of the movie: Richard Norton as Mad Max ripoff Matthew, waaaaay back there at the beginning. Sure, he's no master thespian, but his fight scenes were energetic and well-paced, looking natural and unchoreographed. I could have watched ninety minutes of meaningless post-apocalyptic combat of that caliber pretty easily, relatively speaking...

On the other hand, if Matthew hadn't brought the spear back in time, there's no reason to suppose that a world-cleansing freak like Fielding would have ever had a chance to get ahold of it... so the only thing making the apocalypse possible is the effort of the man trying to keep the apocalypse from happening.

Well, whaddaya know. This whole movie is even more useless and pointless than previously supposed.

Joe Bob Briggs' intro from his website:

I'm Joe Bob Briggs, and tonight on "MonsterVision" we've got one of the finest futuristic post-holocaust kung-fu road movies with sledgehammer-carrying midgets ever filmed in the Philippines. Of course, who else could I be talking about than the legendary Cirio Santiago, director of some 500 Filipino movies, and the total combined budget of those films has STILL not topped the hundred-dollar mark. One of the wonders of modern civilization.

But before we get to that, a lot of you may have noticed that young children frequently write in to "MonsterVision," even though this show comes on WAY past their bedtimes, and sometimes they're seeking advice from "Uncle Joe Bob." Since all of these children are criminals and liars who shouldn't be watching this show anyway, I felt like maybe I should do my part to influence their delicate young minds. Hence, a few tips from my own childhood.

First of all, your SISTER is always the enemy, guys. Never forget this. Your sister was placed in your family by God in order to be terrorized by you. Lemme give you an example. I used to say the following words to my own sister: "In exactly one minute, I'm going to copy everything you say." She would start SCREAMING at me. "No, you're NOT." I would just placidly look up at the second hand on the clock, inexorably sweeping closer and closer to the dreaded twelve.

Now. You're thinking, "So what? Unoriginal. Everyone has done the old 'I'm gonna copy you' torture." But here's the beauty of it. The BEST part is the minute BEFORE you start copying her. It's the WAITING A MINUTE to copy her that makes it so brutally perfect. She'll talk the whole minute. "I'm not gonna say anything." "If you copy me, I'll copy you." Just chuckle when she says this. Even if she goes to the ultimate threat: "I'll tell Mama!" You might want to respond to this one: "You'll tell Mama what? That I was exercising my Constitutional rights of free speech to copy you?"

Actually, my own sister tried to follow through on that threat. Most of my terror was carried out while I was the official family babysitter. So she would write notes to my mom. First I would say, "Well, your bedtime is before she gets home, so I'll just find the note and tear it up." This would require her to clutch it in her fist while falling asleep, or hide it under her pillow. But here's the best part. When she finally got the note to my mother, usually the next day, it would say something like "Joe Bob copied me." And you know what Moms do when they see a note like that? They say "Isn't that cute? We should save that note for our scrapbook."

Okay, more tips in the future as we expand our childhood audience of guys evading their bedtimes. But right now it's time for Robert Patrick, star of "Terminator 2," and his foxy girlfriend to run through the Filipino jungle fighting Nazis, Amazon warrior tribes, kung fu masters, white flesh-eating crocodiles, while searching for the sacred crystal Spear of Destiny. I'll do those drive-in totals at the first break. Roll film.

[fading] Also starring Bruce Li! Remember when Bruce Lee died, the Hong Kong filmmakers came up with all these other martial artists named Bruce. Bruce Lo, Bruce Lay, Bruce Law. Well, Bruce Li was one of the best. He's got a battle in here with Wang Chang Lee that's one of the funniest dang kung fu fight scenes I've ever witnessed. And I'm the guy who DISCOVERED "Mad Monkey Kung Fu" and introduced it to the west. Little known fact.

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Nothing like the old crystal Spear of Longinus to break up a sexual assault by a biker gang that preys on female anthropologists. See, they trick you. You THINK it's gonna be a post-holocaust "Mad Max" sorta deal, then they switch to a "Raiders of the Lost Ark" Spear of Longinus subplot, then they've got sweaty evil biker gangs screwing up the time-travel plot. I admit, I WAS a little confused there for a minute -- when we flashed back from 2025 to 1986, I thought maybe we were seeing Matthew when he was younger. But now I see they're two different guys. The one from 2025 is the great B-movie actor Richard Norton -- "Karate Cops," "Ironheart," "Rage and Honor," one AND two, of course. And the younger guy is Robert Patrick, otherwise known as the T-1000 from "Terminator 2," as I mentioned earlier. We'll talk more about him later--for now let's do those drive-in totals I promised. We have: Seventy dead bodies. Three motor vehicle chases, with five crash-and-burns. Hand-biting. Stabbing. Exploding helicopter. Exploding airplane. Exploding tent. Exploding Nazi. Spear to the back. Multiple spears to the chest. Candelabra to the head. One swordfight. Multiple Kung Fu. Suitcase Fu. Ex-Marine Fu. Midget Fu. Babes in fur bikinis, rassling over an alligator pit. Three and a half stars. Let us continue.

[fading] That Spear of Longinus is in the book "Holy Blood, Holy Grail," by the way. A lot of guys ARE searching for it, and the BBC guys think they know where it is. The Masons have it or something. Longinus was the guy who pierced the side of Jesus, and the wooden spear he used to do that is called the Spear of Longinus, or the Spear of Destiny. It's the second most holy object sought by holy-object-seekers. After the holy grail itself. Did you follow that? The crystal thing, though. Cirio Santiago made that up, I think. I don't think the Roman soldiers had crystal spears. So to speak. I got your Spear of Destiny right HERE, man.

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Whew! Good thing Michelle is wearing that bra and panties when she delivers those lines. That gal is a magnet for attempted sexual assaults, though, isn't she? We're only a half hour into this thing and she's already been attacked twice. Okay, meeting Robert Patrick and Linda Carol -- that's the actress's name -- wow! is that a producer's girlfriend name or WHAT? -- "Starring Linda Carol as the girl who couldn't say no" -- meeting Robert and Linda at the Hong Kong airport is Bruce Li. The great Bruce Li, star of many a Hong Kong kung fu picture. Hey, you know what just occurred to me about the "Raiders of the Lost Ark" ripoff aspect of this picture? They didn't wanna hire TWO actors in the Philippines, so Linda Carol is both the archeologist and the cafe owner--she plays the Harrison Ford part AND the Karen Allen part. And Robert Patrick is just the wimp along for the ride. Which we're gonna prove in this next section. Bruce Li and Wang Chang Lee engage in one of THE funniest, most imaginatively choreographed kung fu matches ever filmed -- it's really the highlight of this movie -- and Bobby just kinda stands around going "Uh, need any help?"

[fading] Robert Patrick has done a LOT of B movie stuff. Psycho biker in "Warlords from Hell." Psycho cowboy in "Equalizer 2000." Psycho terrorist in "Die Hard 2." Why does he always need "psycho" in front of his name? Wasn't he also in that Teri Hatcher movie that set all the records for internet downloads? What was that thing called? Robert Patrick, right? The man is everywhere.

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I call that the "Land Shark" scene. "Telegram." Michelle has her sexy bathrobe on. SHOULD she answer? "Telegram." She won't open the door. Then they give her the line she just can't argue with. "You've got to sign for it." So she opens the door and sets off on yet ANOTHER attempted sexual assault. Okay, we're goin to Manila. Did I forget to mention that this flick was directed by Cirio Santiago? One THE most famous Filipino directors around. His father, Ciriaco Santiago, started Premiere Productions in Manila, which is still one of the biggest studios in the Philippines. Cirio runs it now. Cirio was one of the first guys to cast blacks as action heroes, so you could call him a pioneer of the Blaxploitation genre. Remember "T.N.T. Jackson" from 1975? That was Cirio Santiago. Then in the eighties he did a bunch of low-budget Vietnam war movies like "Firehawk." Made over twenty flicks with Roger Corman, although "Future Hunters" isn't one of em. In fact, a lot of pretty big directors started out working with Cirio Santiago -- he and Jonathan Demme co-produced a flick called "Hot Box" -- I'm sure you guys have all seen that. Then Demme went on to do "Silence of the Lambs." Carl Franklin, the guy who did "Devil in a Blue Dress" and "One False Move," he directed "Eye of the Eagle 2" for Cirio. I'll give you more of an overview of the Filipino cinema later. For now, let's do the ads and get back to the flick.

[fading] We all have our favorite Cirio Santiago film. "The Vampire Hookers," of course, is a classic. You might know it as "Ladies of the Night." "Nam Angels" from 1988. "She-Devils in Chains." It's no wonder the Filipino president made Cirio president of the Philippines Film Development Funds in 95. You guys know how much "The Vampire Hookers" made, compared to what it cost? Well . . . a lot, I'm sure. I should look that up sometime. Remember the poster for "Vampire Hookers"? "They tease, they squeeze, they're ready to please."

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Don't you love it when the motor vehicle chase starts in the nighttime but ends up in broad daylight. That was a LONG mother of a chase, wasn't it? And you know that wherever you see a fruit stand in a chase scene, they're gonna bust over the fruit stand, right? But a fruit stand in the middle of the night? Do they HAVE that in the Philippines? Fresh prunes at 2 a.m.? Then we've got the machinegun fire in the lobby of the Manila Hilton, the old "let's leave our flight plan in the OTHER helicopter and maybe they'll try to fly the other helicopter and then we can blow it up by remote control" trick, and about five minutes back, was I hearing right? Did the Nazi professor stop the big guy from shooting the heroes by saying, "No, no! That would spoil our fun!"? I must not of heard that right. 

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Uh, did some Nazi soldiers just fight a battle with some samurai on horseback, preceded by an airplane crash and followed by a gunbattle on a rope bridge? Is that what I just watched? I thought so. And I can't believe they killed off Bauer, the Nazi bodyguard in the knee socks. He had a good look going. He was being true to his German roots. You guys ever been to Germany? Socks and sandals -- big look over there. Anyway, the bad guys had a great offensive strategy there on the footbridge, didn't they? "Hans, run out there and kill that couple on the bridge. No, no, don't shoot them -- HIT them with your gun. I don't CARE if they have ouzis! Just go! Okay, Hans is dead. Wolfgang! Go hit those people with your gun!" All right, we still got midgets and amazons comin up, so let's get back to the flick, after the ads.

[fading] Who were those guys on horseback, by the way? I have no idea. We just had a major battle, and I don't even know who those guys were. You know who they probly are? They represent nature, going against the evil forces of man gone bad. The horse being the classic image of rural life. That was the Ingmar Bergman part of the flick. I think Ingmar did the second unit work.

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That Michelle, she's always falling out of her dress, isn't she? What a goofball. Is she still wearing her high heels in the jungle? I thought so. And that was the famous sledgehammer-wielding tribe of midgets against the Mongol horde saltpeter and nitrates lab sequence, complete with dynamite-stick hurling, chest-spearing, and, of course, plenty of crossbow action. Actually my favorite bit of violence was not any of that stuff. It was when the four midgets just jump on the guy and stomp him to death. All of which could only exist in the Filipino cinema! They shot part of this flick in Trinidad, and part of it right here in L.A., but a lot of it's shot in and around Manila. Filipinos love movies, and they make about 150 of their own every year, so they can be full of the stuff they like best: sex and violence, melodrama, toilet humor, fantasy, horror, and sex and violence. There are a handful of early guys who were serious filmmakers, like Lamberto Avellana, Manong Gerry de Leon, Manuel Conde, and Cirio Santiago himself, who used to do the occasional art film, but lately they haven't been too proud of their output. I'm not making a judgment, I say this because a little while ago, the Filipino government itself created a couple of organizations to improve things, like the Cultural Center of the Philippines. The trouble was, the Filipino audience LIKED the stuff that was being made. So you know what the government decided to do? Affect the demand -- CHANGE THE AUDIENCE. They started doing these traveling workshops in the provinces on how to watch films. They have marathon screenings of classic films: "Rashoman," "A Clockwork Orange," "The Bicycle Thief," -- 34 flicks in eight days -- with discussions afterwards. These people didn't need to WATCH "A Clockwork Orange" -- they were living it. Anyhow, these organizations are trying to teach the audience how to "read" films, that in order to appreciate Filipino movies, you have to watch out for the film's cultural subtext, blah blah blah. I'll teach you how to "read" a Filipino movie. You just go, "Hey! Two-hundred midgets with crossbows! Cool!" All right, best part, coming up after the commercials.

[fading] I have no idea why the midgets needed Robert Patrick and Linda Carol's help. They seemed to do pretty well on their own. I think they just wanted to keep em around in case Linda Carol's dress fell off completely. A sundress and white pumps -- not very practical for an anthropologist, is it? And after Labor Day, no less.

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And the Filipinos do know how to end a movie, don't they? An earthquake, an avalanche, a speared Nazi and a midget rescue. And, of course, you can't go wrong with catfighting Amazons in fur bikinis, dangling over the flesh-eating crocodile pit. That was Ursula Marquez as the amazon queen--"Future Hunters" was the first in a series of one movies for Ursula. A woman with two amazing talents, matched only by the two talents of Elizabeth Oropesa as the huntress. That alligator had one sumptuous snack.

Okay, I wanna let you know that next week we have an encore-performance of the classic "Planet of the Apes." Charlton Heston bares his bewtocks and kisses a monkey, not necessarily in that order, in the science fiction standard. If you missed it last time we showed it, do NOT repeat that mistake.

That's it for me, Joe Bob Briggs, reminding you that the light at the end of the tunnel just may be a muzzle flash.

You guys hear the one about the team of archaeologists who are excavating in Israel when they come upon a cave? Written on the wall of the cave are symbols of a woman, a donkey, a shovel, a fish, and a Star of David. The writings are determined to be at least three thousand years old. The piece of stone is removed, brought to the museum, and archaeologists from around the world come to study the ancient symbols. They hold a huge meeting after months of conferences to discuss the meaning of the markings. The President of the society points at the first drawing and says: "This looks like a woman. We can judge that this race was family-oriented and held women in high esteem. You can also tell they were intelligent, as the next symbol resembles a donkey, so, they were smart enough to have animals help them till the soil. The next drawing looks like a shovel of some sort, which means they even had tools to help them. Even further proof of their high intelligence is the fish, which means that if a famine had hit the earth, and the food didn't grow, they would take to the sea for food. The last symbol appears to be the Star of David which means they were evidently Hebrews." The audience applauds. But a little old man stands up in the back of the room and says, "Idiots! Hebrew is read from right to left. It says: 'Holy Mackerel, Dig The Ass On That Woman!'"

Joe Bob Briggs, reminding you that the drive-in will never die.

[fading] A priest and a rabbi are flying in a plane. After a while the priest turns to the rabbi and asks, "Is it still a requirement of your faith that you not eat pork?" Rabbi says, "Yes, that is still one of our beliefs." The priest then asks, "Have you ever eaten pork?" Rabbi says, "Yes, on one occasion I did succumb to temptations, and tasted pork." The priest nods in an understanding way and goes on reading. A few minutes later, the rabbi asks the priest, "Is it still a requirement of your church that you remain celibate?" Priest says, "Oh, yes celibacy is a requirement." Rabbi asks him, "Have you ever fallen to the temptations of the flesh?" Priest says, "Yes, Rabbi, on one occasion, I broke with my faith." Rabbi nods in an understanding way, then says, "A lot better than pork, isn't it?"

Discussion from the Internal Bleeding website:

From all the movies I've seen that take place at least 20 years in the future, things are going to be pretty bleak for us, with the post-apocalyptic world and all.  We visit another one of these era's in Cirio H. Santiago's 1986 film Future Hunters, where everything is all Mad Max, and people chase each other around in cars looking to get a leg up on the competition.  In this case, Matthew (Richard Norton) is being chased and in order to save the world, he has to get his hands on the spear that pierced Jesus' chest, the spear of destiny.  He manages to grab it seconds before he's about to be blown up, and his contact with the spearhead transports him 39 years to the past - from 2025 all the way back to 1986, and in proximity to our main subjects, Michelle and Slade (Robert Patrick).  After Matthew is shot and on his way to death's door, he fills in Michelle and Slade on what the spearhead is, and that they need to contact a "Hightower" in order to learn how to save the future... Wow... heavy, man.

Michelle is an anthropology student, and she runs a bar near LA.  She believes Matthew, even though he sounds batshit crazy.  Slade, on the other hand, thinks that the guy was just a wackjob, and that they should get rid of the spear as soon as possible.  After some thugs come looking for the spear they decide they should look a little deeper into this Hightower fellow, and find out that he's a doctor that's been doing a lot of research on the spearhead itself.  While they can't find Dr. Hightower at the local university, they do find an associate of his that can help bring the spearhead to him in Hong Kong.  Michelle and Slade decide to investigate Hong Kong themselves, and choose wisely, because soon a car is following them to gain information about the spear.  Hong Kong ends up being a gateway to an unbelievable adventure including Nazi's, a tribe of Mongols, and an army of little people, amongst other things, but will they ever find Hightower and find out what the business of this spear is all about?

Sean: Nazi's, Mongols, Little People, and did I forget to mention Amazons above?  I must have forgotten that, since there are so many directions this movie goes towards.  It seems like they give you just enough information to follow along before they move towards something else.  Hell, sometimes they don't even give you that much.  I have to say though, if I had to go through all of this crap fighting all these different groups, I'd want to be with Robert Patrick's character.  He plays Slade, the former marine who used to be an airplane mechanic during his time.  Because he was a marine, I guess that means he knows how to beat ass against Kung Fu masters (he's so good he gets to fight along side Bruce Lee clone, Bruce Le) and sword fight with the best scimitar wielding Mongol leaders.  He's an expert pilot who can fly any aircraft and tell it's top speed and max range just by sitting in it, even though his only experience is as a mechanic.  Did I mention that he's a marine?  I'm telling you, I wouldn't go to war without him!

Raz: Yeah, this movie is pretty crazy.  Your brain will explode, because of all of the crap this movie throws at you.  I caught my self wondering several times,  "Am I watching the same movie?  When did they throw in a kung fu flick?  Is that Bruce Lee fighting Pai Mei?"  It seems like they tried to fit every action move genre into this movie.  It doesn't seem like it has that much dialog ether.  In the beginning during the "Mad Max" future car chase, there was a bunch of gun fire and explosions. During this whole sequence there is probably two lines, after eight minutes. You definitely don't have to think much while you're watching it, although you may think that you are watching like, ten different movies.

Sean: This thing was full of bad edits and inconsistencies.  There's a car chase (with required car driving into a fruit stand to avoid an accident), and at the start of the car chase, it's night time.  After the chase goes on for about 3 or 4 minutes, the screen goes dark for about 1/2 a second, and it's all the sudden day time.  It's as if the whole preceding 3 or 4 minutes was all inside of a tunnel, and you finally got out of it.  In another scene, our main characters have to jump out of a helicopter seconds before it explodes.  They leap straight down into the water, the helicopter explodes, and there's no wreckage... or at least it never falls out of the sky.  One of my favorites is during a gunfight on a wooden bridge where one of the baddies gets a grenade put down the back of his shirt.  It takes about a minute for the grenade to explode and when it does, one of the main bad guys is holding the exploding dude.  The next scene that guy is shown running with the rest of his Nazi buddies, although he never shoes up again.  There are several more of these, and I could probably fill another couple paragraphs with them, but the film still manages to stay fun, and I had to just chalk these up to the fun of the movie.

Raz: I love how they reuse movie props these days.  The spear of destiny prop looked exactly like the one they used in the Constantine movie released in 2005.  It's like they started filming Constantine in the same studio as Future Hunters and they were like "Hey!  This spear head would be a great prop for the spear of destiny we need."  I guess it is a spear head though.  It's metal, it has a point, it's triangular, so yeah I guess a lot of spear heads would look the same.  Another thing that is so great about this movie is that they get these actors that look just like the actors from the really popular movies they are pulling the genres out of.  For example Mathew, looks kinda like Mel Gibson and he tries really hard with his two lines to sound like him.  Liu looks just like Bruce Lee.  Well he is Bruce Le, the popular Bruce Lee look alike.

Sean: The ending is totally weak.  I was pretty disappointed after all this adventure that it just cuts away so abruptly.  You would have thought there would have at least been a voice over or some text on the screen or something.  It's not arty enough to just be able to end like that, I needed some more cheese, man... All in all though, it's a good, fun action/adventure move in the vein of "Romancing the Stone" and "Raiders of the Lost Ark"  (it even has the Nazi's!)  If you can put up with all the inconsistencies, poor edits and continuity problems it's totally worth the time.  I mean, where else are you going to find an army of little people!?  I give Future Hunters 3 confusing plot holes out of 5.

Raz: I agree that the ending was fairly disappointing.  It's like they didn't know how to end the movie so they were like "Eh...  The movie is long enough, let's end it here".  Overall  I liked this movie though.  The movie threw so much action at me that I never lost interest.  The plot holes and editing problems were just hilarious.  I give Future Hunters 3 reused movie props out of 5.

Matt's review from the Direct To Video Connoisseur blog:

My friend at Movies in the Attic suggested this one to me after I'd reviewed a few other films from the late, great, Cirio H. Santiago. The combination of Robert Patrick and Richard Norton sounded great. It took some work to get it on VHS on Amazon, but I did, so here it is.

Future Hunters starts in the future, where Richard Norton lives in this post-apocalyptic wasteland. He needs to get his hands on the spear that pierced Jesus Christ so he can travel back in time, put it on a special shaft, and prevent the nuclear war that started the apocalypse. Unfortunately, when he makes it to the present day, he bumps into Robert Patrick and his woman getting attacked by bikers, and in the process of defending them, he's fatally wounded. Now it's up to Patrick and his woman to join the spear with the shaft in order to save the world.

This is bad. Bad in a good way, maybe; but definitely bad. First off, do not, under any circumstances, watch this alone. You need people around you to make this one work. To give you an idea, moviewise, this is akin to Alien From LA. Ever seen that one on MST3K? It's great with Mike and the 'Bots making fun of it, but if you were stuck with it by yourself, you'd be in trouble. I'd love to see an MST3K version of this film too.

The biggest problem is the length. We pretty much see the same things over and over: Patrick and his woman get close to something, then the baddies show, and they have a close call, and then we repeat. There were some great individual scenes, making it perfect for watching with friends, because in the spaces of nothingness in between, you can talk about how you're going to tell your staff you're hiking the Appalachian Trail, when, in reality, you're planning to see you're mistress in Argentina.

This is the fourth Robert Patrick film we've covered here at the DTVC. He was kind of weird here, because in the beginning, he couldn't hold his own against three bikers, and then later, he announces "I was in the Marines", and suddenly he's great at hand-to-hand combat. Still, the novelty of the Liquid Metal Terminator never wears off, and it's still good here. Again, another reason why this is more enjoyable among friends.

This has Bruce Le, not to be confused with Bruce Li, or the real deal, Bruce Lee. He was great for the five minutes he was there. I was expecting him to hang around and help Patrick for the rest of the movie, but for some reason he didn't. It was like being invited to dinner, offered a smidge of caviar, then told the rest of the meal will be tuna casserole. Eww.

Since Richard Norton was barely in it, I decided to devote the final paragraph to Cirio H. Santiago. This fall, he will be the second director, after Albert Pyun, to make the DTVC Hall of Fame. That makes sense, because he's probably the second best DTV director of all time, after Pyun. He unfortunately died last September from lung cancer. Looking him up on imdb, I see that he not only did much for the DTV film industry, but he did even more for the art of filmmaking in his native Philippines. He will be missed.

I really think this is a fun movie if watched in a group; but alone you'll just be bored to tears. There isn't enough to grab onto for a solo mish, and the good parts are even better when you have people there to laugh at it and mock it along with you. Believe me, it's much better to get through the down parts if you have someone there to talk about how you need your parents to pay off the girl you were just having an affair with down in Argentina.

Review from the Kult Eye Bleeder blog:

Film starts as post apocalyptic movie. Year is 2025 and world has been a wasteland for last 40 years. One man can save the world by finding the spearhead that was used to kill the Christ and he must touch it to go back in time. Yeah, that's right. He finds the spear and is transported back in time to LA. Year is 1987.

Slade (Robert Patrick, Terminator 2) and Michelle (Linda Carol) finds him wounded, man tells them that they have to return the spearhead to it's original shaft. Man from the post apocalyptic world drops dead. Couple start their journey to find the shaft. Bad guys are of course after the spear so that they can unleash the evil powers and rule the world.

Wild mix of genres in this one. Post apocalyptic movie turn into present day drama, then suddenly some kung fu is thrown in and rest of movie is sort "Romancing the Stone" rip off. Movie also includes tribe of Amazon women, rose sniffing bad guy (that was SO over the top that i totally cracked up), lots of cardboard stones and all kinds of crazy shit.

Definitely not the best Santiago movie, but lots of fun. Just be ready for some really over the top WTF moments.

The Tanduay Rum Diaries Part Two

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THE TANDUAY RUM DIARIES #2: THE FIRST CHURCH OF FERNANDO POE JR

…in which your humble narrator, and Dani Palisa, his tattooed Sancho Panza, are on a Search For Weng Weng shoot in Manila, only to discover Christ in his Second Coming is to take the shape of their former King of Action Movies

[Previously published on the Video Zoo blog, September 2011]

Andrew: It’s January 2008, on the fourth trip to Manila for the yet-to-be-finished Search For Weng Weng documentary, and I take the text message summons from former SOS Daredevil, Sixties and Seventies action movie goon and Weng Weng’s co-star Steve Alcarado. I’d stumbled upon Steve quite by accident on my first shoot in November 2006 while he was drinking coffee with his fellow out-of-work goons at Quezon City’s Tropical Hut. I got to know Steve quite well; he’s a wily goon who’s constantly pitching me projects. One of my proudest souvenirs from The Trenches is a hand-painted poster for “Tomorrow Is Another Day” along with a two-page synopsis which features, among other action essentials, ninjas, samurais, exploding speedboats, and the Pinoy James Bond himself, Tony Ferrer, in the starring role of the debut from “Leavold Productions”. Ferrer is now well into his Seventies and has managed to elude my barrage of requests to interview him. And I’ve been persistent. After all, he did play Weng Weng’s boss in For Your Height Only, and his Agent Falcon’s trademark white suit had inspired Double O’s similar if somewhat shrunken attire.

Steve had cordially invited Dani and I to a company shindig, with the promise of meeting Tony Ferrer as bait. At the time Steve was one of several former goons working as sales representatives for an earthmoving company in Quezon City, its office inside a walled compound on the busiest stretch of EDSA an empty Tanduay bottle’s throw from the GMA-7 TV building. Several of the old SOS guys had netted sales this month and are being honoured with an all-you-can-drink cocktail party and roast pig barbecue at company HQ. Dani and I figure Agent Falcon is unlikely to make an appearance, but with the prospect of swimming through free booze with the old stunt guys, the SOS Daredevil has made an indecent proposal which was impossible to refuse.

At the appointed I leave Dani and Big Jim Gaines, a six-four, half-African American veteran of action movies, to park Jim’s SUV, and meet Steve Alcarado (“I’m the Lee Van Cleef of the Philippines!” he told me at our first meeting, his eyes appropriately narrowed to slits) outside GMA. As we approach the eight foot gates to the Waco-style compound, Steve says to me, with all the sincerity he can muster: “My boss wants to give you a book to take back to Australia. It’s religious…” He draws a breath “… but not very.”

I say nothing, ignoring all manner of warning bells and whistles. At this point, the “booze and goons” mantra has completely taken over.

In the belly of the Beast
Steve and I exit EDSA and walk through an eight foot gate into a carpark the size of a baseball field. HQ is on the left, an enormous man-made lake has taken over most of the right hand side, and a bamboo hut on stilts is perched over the grey-green water.

Outside the CEO’s office, I sit on a couch and begin to leaf through the company’s magazine placed strategically on the coffee table in front of me. On the cover is the smiling countenance of the Philippines’ greatest ever goon, Fernando Poe Jr (or FPJ), surrounded by a snapshot halo of the thirteen Filipino presidents including the current Gloria Arroyo. Underneath are the ominous words: “Divine Government of God.”

To put FPJ in perspective: until his death in 2004 following a failed bid at the presidency, he represented to his generations of fans a bizarre, mythic amalgam of John Wayne and the Infant of Prague. Roles in over 250 action films from the mid 50s cast him as a stoic champion of the poor, the downtrodden, the forgotten Pinoy Everyman. Without exception he’s an honourable man pushed to the brink by cartoonish screen villains, usually played by Max Alvarado or Paquito Diaz and their armies of SOS Daredevil goons, until he snaps and dispenses righteous justice with both fists or his trademark .45s and Magnum .357s. More than a few of the Philippines’ millions of Catholics are no doubt still holding their collective breaths on the Vatican approving FPJ’s sainthood.

On Page Ten is a story on how the Pope is the Antichrist, how Arroyo is the Satanic Pope’s emissary in the Philippines, and how Poland is the centre of apostasy – why I couldn’t fathom, other than the previous pope was born there, the evil fucker. Central to this bizarre cosmography is the belief that Arroyo had stolen the president’s chair at Malacanang Palace from FPJ during the 2003 elections, a notion proving more believable with each passing year of Arroyo’s rotten, corrupt, stinking-of-traded-horsemeat presidency.

Dani: After dropping Andrew off, me and Jim cruise around the seedy backstreets surrounding EDSA before being given the all-clear to park within the compound itself. Greeted by a guard with a semi-automatic rifle and a grin full of jackal-like, albeit rotten teeth, we’re escorted in. This place immediately strikes me as strange. Looking at a man-made pontoon shack in the middle of a man-made lake at the centre, while within the shack, people ran around furiously preparing a pig on a spit.

Dai and Steve Alcarado
As we got out of the car, Steve Alcarado leans out of the glass monolith opposite the man-made lake/pontoon and beckons us over. “Andrew is inside.”

We are led up a giant staircase to a sweaty, wide-eyed Andrew, about four shades paler than usual. As Steve scuttles off and heads downstairs, myself and Big Jim corner the terrified looking Andrew and ask him what’s wrong.

In a hushed tone, he eyeballs us and whispers urgently, “We’re in a cult!”

Big Jim furrows his brow. “What in Hell are you talking about?”

…this was the last thing I was expecting…

Andrew: I spit out the next few words in a ludicrous stage whisper with all the gravity I could muster. “We’re in the First Church of FPJ!”

Jim looks a little concerned. “Oh wow,” he finally says. “Dude, do you want me to bust us out of here?”

“No!” I hiss. “Let’s see how weird this gets!”

Jim leads us past the earthmoving equipment parked in a Panzer formation and over the bamboo drawbridge into the party hut. “Ok man, but I got us covered, ok?”

He then spies FPJ’s half-brother Conrad Poe sitting on the deck with a table full of SOS Daredevils cronies. I remember Conrad from our interview the previous year – a thick silver-backed gorilla of a guy, he’d unsuccessfully made the transition from goon in FPJ’s films to leading man in his own right. Still, he has a powerful presence onscreen and off, an aura of power emanating from his position in FPJ’s filmic Royal Family.

“Hey, it’s cool! Conrad’s here!” Jim announces.  He then hisses to Conrad, “You’re not the High Priest of this goddamned cockamamie FPJ cult, are you?”

“Nah!” says Conrad, dismissing him with a wave over an enormous two litre flagon of brandy. “It’s just business. The CEO’s given me [an undisclosed amount of] pesos to use my name.” He takes a swig from a tall glass of neat brandy. “I’m using the money to finance my next film!”

Conrad then eyeballs me and recognizes me from the interview last visit. “I need a white face to play an American soldier during the American-Filipino war. You interested?”

“Sure!” I offer, hoping to see the colour of another plane fare.

“But first…” He takes another bolt of brandy. “…We go to my place on the coast. THREE DAYS DRINKING!”

Seriously, it would have been rude – nay, DANGEROUS – to refuse. At Conrad’s table the brandy flowed freely; inside the hut, the roast pig was in the process of having its face removed with a meat cleaver. It’s a not-subtle reminder of how difficult it is to remain vegetarian in the Philippines. I remember trying to explain my dietary limitations to a crestfallen host. “Sorry, I can’t eat beef. No chicken, no fish.” With doe eyes that looked ready to burst into tears at any moment, they asked, “Not even pork?”

Dani: The initial thought of being strung up in the middle of the First Church of FPJ starts to ease off as the brandy flagons are poured down my throat. I guess they dodn’t notice “Lamarcadeldiablo” plastered across my chest.. .the last thing you want people to notice at these kinds of shindigs.

Then the Speech starts, and all of a sudden I begin to get the same feeling of impending doom creep back up as the tiny moustached messiah speaks and Jim begins to translate his rantings, and the words on my t-shirt are the least of my worries…

Andrew:“The Speech” is a forty minute sermon mainly in Tagalog, but we do recognize the words “Antichrist” and “Poland”. Suddenly Dani feels marked by his t-shirt, his Polish lineage and his Catholicism. We turn towards the lake to stop smirking; every now and then Dani actually feels for his people: first the Germans had screwed them, then the Russians, and now the Filipino fundamentalists. The SOS guys are enthralled. Is the CEO a messiah figure to them, or merely the guy whose paychecks keep them dancing like poodles on a hotplate? I’ll probably never know. But their reverential silence only amplifies the sounds of grins cracking across our incredulous faces.

Eventually the sermon grinds to a halt. There’s rapturous applause, and the CEO beams beatifically at his payrolled flock. “And now…” he waves his arm past Dani and I, “karaoke!”

"And now...karaoke!"
As if by magic, two young hostesses appeared from a changing room at the back of the hut, grabbed the microphones, fired up their infernal music machine, and started cranking out 100% Hits circa 1985, one after the other. The hired Bikini Goons of the Manila Karaoke Mafia really seem to have caught the CEO’s full attention, as he sits glued to a plastic lawn chair in front of them and slaps his thigh in appreciation at the end of each warble.

Dani and I looked at each other with dinner plate eyes. “We’re drunk and we’re locked in a compound with religious lunatics,” Dani points out with remarkable calm. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

I read Dani’s mind loud and clear. “Let’s do it.”

As our tuneless whistling introduces Scorpions’ “Wind Of Change”, I jump on top of a plastic lawn chair, and Dani takes lead melody, long hair flying at tattoos on display. “Taaaaa-ake me, to the magic of the moment….” Power fists follow one another. “”…on a gloooo-ory night…” I venture a few windmills with my free arm and start my pelvis gyrating in the direction of the CEO seated less than three feet away. “….where the children of tomorrow dream away..” “Dream away!” “…on the Wind of Change..” “The fuckin’ Wind of Change!”

Brandy is a terrible drug, I should mention at this point, and karaoke etiquette deemed appropriate at RGs in the Valley on a Wednesday crawl may not pass muster at the First Church of FPJ. Shit. This could go horribly one way or the other. The CEO starts slapping his thigh again, and we’re not sure if this is a good thing, or if he’s allowing his circulation to improve before leading our death march up Calvary. Then as the tuneless whistling outro fades, a miracle happens: he screams “YES! There WILL be a wind of change!” He’s evidently decided we’re the two Albino Apostles who have blown off EDSA to carry the Word of FPJ back to the Antipodes. As the Bikini Mafia resume their Gloria Estefan quota, the CEO plies us with copies of his self published hardcover, The Sound Of The Seventh Trumpet. Having a quick flip past hand drawn pictures of Angels and the usual Book of Revelation stuff with his terrifyingly Pinoy slant, I fix him with a brandy clouded, pie-eyed stare. “We’ll take them,” I offer, “…but only if you autograph them.” “YES! YES!” He grabs a presentation pen. “To Andrew,” he scrawls, “GOD BLESS 1.25.08”.

Andrew with poster artist Manny
Dani: I feel left out, so I sheepishly ask if he’d sign mine also. “Of course!” he bellows, practically snatching the book out of my sweaty palms. “To…Dani…God Bless!” This was the seventh circle of weirdness, and we manage to escape unconverted, but more importantly, my Eastern Block ass didn’t get shot and left at the bottom of their man-made lake. The night gets lost in a Brandy fog, I’m sure there’s dancing and creative ways to avoid eating the pig I saw get its face chopped in half with a hatchet…all I remember is laughing our asses off all the way back to the relative safety of Metro Manila, signed propaganda in hand.

Andrew: Amen to that, Brother.

POSTSCRIPT: I learned several months too late that Conrad Poe passed away from a heart attack in mid-2010. We never did have that three day drinking session – and considering his heart condition it’s probably just as well – and his American-Filipino war film, with yours truly as White Goon #3, remains unmade.

The Destroyers (1985)

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1985 - The Destroyers(Rodeo Productions)

[US/Filipino co-production with Cirio H. Santiago's Premiere Productions, supervised by Roger Corman's Concorde-New Horizons. Filmed as "King's Ransom", released in the US as "The Devastator", in West Germany as "Force Commando", in Spain as "Destructores", in Portugal as "Os Implacáveis Destruidores",and in Poland as "Dewastator"]

Director/Producer Cirio H. Santiago Screenplay Joseph "Sugarman"/Zucchero Executive Producer [uncredited] Roger Corman Associate Producer Ginny Nugent Cinematography "Richard Remington"/Ricardo Remias Music Matthew Ender, Mark Governor Editors "George Saint"/Gervacio Santos, Margaret Carlton Production Mixer Vic Donna Production Manager Eugene Navarro Art Director Ronnie Cross Production Designer "J.M. Avalon"/Jose Mari Avellana Casting Stan Shaffer Assistant Directors Joseph Anderson [Jose Mari Avellana?], Joe Tower Second Unit DirectorJoseph Anderson [Jose Mari Avellana?] Special Effects "Jesse St Dominic"/Jessie Sto. Domingo Makeup Artist Teresa Blair Wardrobe Raymond Allen, Elvira Cannon Camera Operator "Proctor Lazarus"/Proceso Lázaro Second Cameraman Johnny Toland Cinematographer: Second Unit [uncredited] Katt Shea Property Master David Dillon Key Grip Stephen Hunter Electrician Paul Westman Post-Production Supervisor Deborah Brock Assistant Editors Rudy Lucas, Junior Lucas, Jojo Saint Re-recording Mixer Phillip Seretti Foley Ossama Khuluki Stills Neal Odierman Production Accountant Alex Lonvin Story Consultant Richard L. Harrison Script Supervisor Nanette Garfinkel Craft Service Felix Pascal

Cast Rick Hill [as Richard Hill] (Deacon Porter), Katt Shea (Audrey King), Crofton Hardester (John Carey), Terrence O'Hara (Spencer), Bill McLaughlin (Bartlett), Kaz Garas (Sheriff Clay Marsh), Jack S. Daniels (Ox), Steve Rogers (Carey's Henchman [incorrectly listed in the credits as Reese]), "Debbie Brooks"/Bobby Greenwood (Elaine), Don Gordon [Bell] (Carey's Henchman), Greg "Rogers"/Rocero (Carey's Henchman), Henry "Sherman"/Strzalkowski (Deputy Hawkins), Scott O'Connor (Marty), Carl Colpart(College Kid #1), Gary Stewart (College Kid #2), Sean Barret (College Kid #3), Tim Murphy (Pot Couple), Brenda Larsen (Pot Couple), Chris Peterson (Little Boy), [uncredited] David Light (Reese), Nick Nicholson (Carey's Henchman), Bill Kipp (Carey's Henchman), Nigel Hogge (Arab Gun Buyer), Bert Spoor (Carey's Goon), Don Holtz (Carey's Goon), Mathew Westfall

Henry Strzalkowski as Deputy Hawkins
Mini-review by Andrew Leavold:

Troubled Vietnam vet Deacon Porter (Deathstalker's Rick Hill) is called to the sleepy mountain town of King's Ransom - once again, Baguio in northern Luzon! - by his former commanding officer's widow (Bobby Greenwood), and finds a sympathetic face in young lass Audrey (Katt Shea), a community in the grip of powerful dope grower Carey (Crofton Hardester) and his private army, and the town's sheriff (Naked Vengeance rapist Kaz Garas) on Carey's payroll. After he's left for dead in his car's smoking wreckage, Porter gathers his army buddies (including Terrence O'Hara and Bill McLaughlin, also in Naked Vengeance) and returns to King's Ransom armed to the teeth with guns and explosives to blast their way through Carey's goons, his marijuana fields, and even the local dam. Loud, dumb, over the top and entertaining as hell, courtesy of a script by Joe Zucchero, crams in the gun blasts, an exploding chopper (a Roger Corman stand-by!), and even 'Nam flashbacks courtesy of Cirio's own Final Mission (1984), and most of Cirio's regulars are along for the bumpy ride - Carey's executioners include David Light, Don Gordon Bell (who shoots a teen sniffing around Carey's pot plants in cold blood, then announces proudly, "Nailed me a college kid!"), Nick Nicholson, Bill Kipp, Steve Rogers and Berto Spoor, Henry Strzalkowski has a micro-appearance as the sheriff's deputy, and an uncredited Nigel Hogge shows up in an Arab headdress and boot polish as a gun buyer. Along with much of Cirio's mid-Eighties output for Corman's Concorde-New Horizons, it's classy top-shelf B flick; The Dam Busters it ain't, but then that so-called classic never featured a hero dangling from a helicopter, tossing a grenade into the cabin, then plunging into the water as the blades go up in a fireball…

Nick Nicholson on The Destroyers:

Well having been cast off from Firebird (or so I thought) I now had time to pursue other films. I went to Makati to visit Totoy Torres at Premiere. I found the place and went to the Premiere office. I walked in the door and was met by Dick Reyes who was Cirio’s Casting Director. He was trying to be a bit of a hard ass and Totoy saw me and butted in and said I was one of “them” (whatever that meant). Anyway Dick softened up a bit. He proceeded to introduce me to his assistant Henry Strzalkowski. Well, Henry and I spent the day reminiscing about Apocalypse Now and smoking dope. I was given a schedule and went home feeling all right!

A couple of days later and we went to shoot at a Country and Western bar located at Kamias in Quezon City. The name of the film was “The Destroyers” aka “Kings Ransom”. While working that day I got two pay raises. We did a couple of fight routines and everything was cool. It was so different than working with Vitt! It was worlds apart! The next thing I knew I was now part of Crofton Hardester’s “Growers Group”, and scheduled to go to Baguio. Don Gordon (I must mention that he got religion, but not here), Steve Rogers, Bill Kipp, myself were the core group. Henry I think was a deputy. We rode the Victory Liner bus up to Baguio and we were checked in to the Victory Inn on Marcos Highway. This place was built on the side of a mountain and the parking lot was on the roof. You went in the lobby, and from there, stairs went down to rooms and a nite club.

The Victory was owned and operated by this infamous Chinese doctor by the name of Pai Seng who was known as an abortionist. He also owned and operated the Chaparral Fun City which was also down the street from the Victory Inn and across the street from the Sikat Hotel where the crew would always stay. The Chaparral consisted of several nite clubs and massage parlors. These were not legit massage parlors. If you paid the girl the right price you could fuck her or if you were a cheapskate, she would jack you off.

We started out with shots in Baguio City proper which was really cool. You would think that you were someplace in northern California. The Session Cafe was still open and you could get a great feed while listening to the old expat miners tell stories about the old days. They made their own bread and had a huge coffee brewer

I think I should go back to Lake Caliraya. Well we had had three major locations. Caliraya, Baguio, and Binga Dam. Every location was fun for us. This film was also the birth of “Pigs In Space”. I remember sitting with Steve, Henry, and Dick Reyes. I kept thinking about the Muppets and Pigs in Space and in actual fact we were, PIGS IN SPACE! I think Steve said it best in his interview with Andrew Leavold. There was no criteria. Either you were or you weren’t! That was it! Anyway, Caliraya, yes, good ole Lake Caliraya. We did a few days there. It was always fun as we would go swimming, and did some fishing there as well. At this point I am going back to Baguio!

We were shooting at Black Mountain Mining again. We had hooked up with a friend and we purchased a shitload of weed! Every day we went to location I had 30-40 joints in my pocket. During slack times I would head off to the bushes, soon Henry would follow, as did Steve, Don Gordon, then other people would follow. Joe Z and Cirio would see us and Joe Z would start doing the Ride of the Valkyries bumpa pa pa pom etc. People would start giggling as everybody knew what was going on.

I think at this point I will talk about some of the Hollywooders (that’s what I still call the actors from Hollywood, hehehehehehe) We were part of Crofton Hardester’s group of growers. Crofton was a real nice guy and I thought he was an excellent actor as well. He treated me pretty decent unlike Terrance O’Hara who was a pompous prick. Kaz Garas was a lot of fun as well, though he and Crofton got into it with each other about mid shoot. After that Kaz used to call him Hardcrofter Canister! I had a look at IMDB to refresh my mind, and surprise, surprise the credits were all fucked up, and that was done on purpose. This was never done again though. I think some legal eagle told Cirio he could get into trouble for doing that. We never ever signed any release forms at Premiere. None of us really had any reason to give Cirio a hard time (at least at that time).

Living at the Victory was pretty cool. The staff were all really laid back and the housekeeping staff kept our rooms clean and our weed was always policed up. Henry and I shared a room which became “Pig Central” We had a shitload of good weed that we got from Rafael Schulz. We would roll joints and smoke and inevitably weed would drop all over the place and the same went for the roaches when we were done smoking. We would go out to the Orange Julius in town and I would usually eat about six burgers and drink twice as many beers.

One night Steve, Don, Henry and I went down to the club in the hotel. They had what was called a “Shower Show” where a girl would come out on stage, strip, then take a bath! After one of these shows Don invited the girl to come and sit at our table. Her name was Evelyn and she was kind of pretty with a great body. Don ordered her a ladies drink (drink where she got a commission) and then he was all over her and telling her in graphic detail how he would like to fuck her. She wasn’t too happy with this and she got up and moved next to me. I ordered her a couple more drinks and we just talked. Later I invited her to my room and she agreed.

We got back to the room, and Henry crashed and Evelyn climbed in bed with me. She was fucking hot! She had nipples like pencil erasers and a juicy pussy. I ate her, I fucked her and always wanted more. From then on, she would come to the room every night. Sometimes she would bring me a burger and sometimes some fried chicken. In the morning I would walk her back to the Chaparral where she was staying and then go out and shoot.

Berto Spoor on The Destroyers:

The Destroyers, my first shoot with Cirio - I guess he liked my way of dying, because in this movie I probably died 4 or 5 times. And once I came pretty close to an accident. We were playing a couple of outlaws, defending our marijuana plantation!!! In one scene I was trapped, a booby trap was placed beneath a tree with a hanging rope, ending in a loop, I hook my leg and go face down, the camera stops rolling and my foot is placed in the loop. Camera rolls again. There were a couple of guys, pulling the rope, but with too much horse-power, I ended off-frame way too high. It had to be done again, and I was placed in position again, and "Action!"

And up again, at the right height this time, but I was moving and swinging too much, and Cirio wanted a 3rd take...

But half-way the 3rd take I went back down with the same speed as I got up. I hit the ground but was able to break my fall, the knot in the rope didn't hold and slipped. All four guys were down on their asses as well. I was furious, and told the director to find another stuntman to finish the take, I didn't feel much like hanging up side down again, well, they found me a double to finish the shoot. They placed a bamboo frame (having sharp spears in it) around his body.  I didn't know what was going on and asked someone what they were up to. I was told the booby-trap had a follow-up. This bamboo frame was supposed to pierce the guy as it swings down. Now it will be filmed backwards and later edited the reverse way. The same guys, holding the rope with the bamboo frame were to do the job again. On action they pull their asses off, and believe it or not, two of them slipped, and the bamboo frame went back all the way it came, the move came to a hold only inches before it was to hit the hanging man. My stomach turned: I was supposed to be hanging there, if I had, would the frame have missed me ????

Fred Adelman's review from his Critical Condition Onlinesite:

Deacon Porter (Rick Hill) has nightmares where he's transported back to Vietnam (in footage cribbed from FINAL MISSION - 1984) and he's fighting the Vietcong. One day, he gets a call from Elaine (Debbie Brooks), the wife of one of his soldier buddies, telling him that her husband, Marty, died in a car crash and she doesn't think it was an accident, so Deacon heads to the town of King's Ransom to investigate. Once in town, Deacon meets pretty gas station owner Audrey (future director Katt Shea) and immediately runs into Sheriff Clay Marsh (Kaz Garas), who warns Deacon that this town doesn't tolerate strangers. Elaine tells Deacon that the town has been taken over by a group of dastardly marijuana farmers and their leader, John Carey (Crofton Hardester), is not above murder to protect his crop. She believes Carey is responsible for Marty's death. Deacon begins asking questions around town, but finds everyone afraid to talk. While out on a date with Audrey, Carey and his men force Deacon's car off the road and beat the shit out of him (Casey also has the hots for Audrey). When Deacon doesn't take the hint to leave town, a couple of Carey's men firebomb Elaine's house, killing her (she burns to death in her bed), which results in Deacon chasing the two goons in his car. Deacon's car flips over and explodes, so Carey thinks Deacon is dead and his problems are over. In reality, Deacon escaped the explosion and he's about to make Carey's life miserable. Deacon contacts his old Nam buddies, electronics expert Spenser (Terrence O'Hara), explosives expert Bartlett (Bill McLaughlin) and insane muscleman Ox (Jack Daniels) and they head to King's Ransom for some good, old-fashioned payback. Audrey puts them up in a secret cabin in the woods, as Deacon and his squad systematically begin to kill Carey's men and destroy the pot crop. As more of his men end up missing, Carey's men capture Bartlett, hold him in a cell at the Sheriff's office and beat the crap out of him, but Deacon and his men pull a midnight rescue and save Bartlett. Carey kidnaps Audrey (and blows up her gas station) and uses her as bait. The finale finds Deacon, his men and Sheriff Marsh (who finally comes to his senses) battling Carey and his gang while trying save Audrey and blowing up a dam to flood the pot crop. Not everyone (both good and bad) will make it out alive. 

This is another one of Filipino director/producer Cirio H. Santiago's long line of 80's actioners and it's a pretty good little B-film. Even though it recycles some of the same locations and footage used in Santiago's earlier FINAL MISSION (even the main character in both films is called "Deacon", so no new looping was necessary!), these are two totally different films which can still be enjoyed if watched back-to-back. There are some similarities, namely Kaz Garas as a small-town sheriff that's neither good or bad (he tries to do his job in both films, even though he knows there's corruption all around him) and both films contain scenes where bad guys get killed by boobytraps in the woods, but THE DEVASTATOR (also known as THE DESTROYERS and KING'S RANSOM) avoids being the FIRST BLOOD clone that MISSION was, thanks to the marijuana subplot and a finale that involves trying to blow up a dam. Katt Shea (who would later direct her share of genre films, including STRIPPED TO KILL [1987], the excellent DANCE OF THE DAMNED [1988], POISON IVY [1992] and THE RAGE: CARRIE 2 [1999]) has a topless scene, there's plenty of gunfights, explosions, bloody bullet squibs, car chases and, hell, there's even a helicopter chase/explosion and some decent miniature work, all packed into a tidy 78 minute running time, so it doesn't overstay it's welcome. Say what you want about Santiago (and I've said some pretty nasty things in the past, especially his films VAMPIRE HOOKERS [1979] and FUTURE HUNTERS [1986]), but when he was on his game (as he is here), he was capable of turning out some entertaining low-budget flicks. It's no wonder Roger Corman funded many of his films, because Santiago knew how to stretch a buck to the breaking point, yet he could still deliver interesting, if unoriginal, product. The script is by frequent Santiago collaborator Joseph Zucchero (who also has acted in Santiago films like STRYKER [1983], NAKED VENGEANCE [1985] and RAIDERS OF THE SUN [1991]), who uses the pseudonym "Joseph Sugarman" here. Another film (not directed by Santiago) made the same year as this, WARLORDS FROM HELL, has a strikingly similar plot, but is the antithesis of THE DEVASTATOR: It's a boring action film. Also starring Steve Rogers, Don Gordon Bell, Henry Strzalkowski and an uncredited appearance by Nick Nicholson as one of Carey's thugs.

Tars Tarkas' review from his blog:

The 1980's were a heyday of low-budget, direct to video action films imported from overseas to sit on the shelves of video rental places, where they enjoyed a brief stay in the sun before they were buried beneath next week's batch of cheap films, until they got relegated to the corner covered with dust, and finally sold for $3 when the store goes out of business thanks to the new Blockbuster that opened next door and Joe Sixpack's preference for 400 copies of George of the Jungle instead of the decent obscure stuff the local houses got in. As these films have a good chance of disappearing off the face of the Earth forever when their tapes rot away, it is important to preserve them in our memories before we think it is but a figment of our Alzheimer's. Directed by the Director of TNT Jackson who eventually became one of the most prolific directors out of the Philippines. The story of Vietnam Veterans wronged and resorting to their flashback ways and gunning down all who oppose them is a common theme in films from the eighties. (For an example we've covered before, see The Exterminator.)

Our star Deacon Porter wakes up after some nasty Nam flashbacks. I am more to suspect that star Rick Hill was having flashbacks of his career of Deathstalker and Deathstalker IV. After some depressing shots of his morning routine showing he's a lonely loner single guy, but without the characterization or acting skills to pull it off properly, Deacon gets a call from the wife of one of his Nam buddies. It seems said buddy is dead from a suspicious car accident, so Deacon leaves immediately to give a helping hand. Heading to the small California town named King's Ransom in the boonies (or the small Filipino town playing a small California town) Deacon gets insulted by the gas station attendant babe, yet his trait of asking for directions seems to also score a date with her, she's named Audrey. The widow Eileen mentions to Deacon the accident that killed her husband was no accident, then the Sheriff of King's Ransom walks in to give Deacon a hard time for being new to the area. They don't like outsiders here, it spoils the inbreeding. The Sheriff, who is the B-movie's answer to Ted Levine, also has to deal with the Growers.

The Growers are the marijuana gang that controls King's Ransom. We first meet them when they chase a camping couple that has stumbled upon their wild growing crazyweeds, so they hunt the campers down with machine guns, blowing away the male, while running the female over in the highway with three-wheeled motorcycles. An old man stops to see if she is okay, he gets killed as well, and his car is knocked into the lake and he becomes another "accident victim." Boy, I never knew marijuana was such a lucrative drug opportunity that they could afford a gang with automatic weapons and they need to guard their stash with deadly force. It gets even worse, as later in the movie we see the gang has a giant compound, control of the town as well as some county officials, an army of over 100 men, a helicopter, and more weapons than a public high school. Because it isn't believable to have a US town growing coca plants, we have to deal with this.

Trouble brews at the bar the widow owns, and we're shown just how deep into it the Sheriff is. He doesn't like how far things have fallen, but he knows things would be much worse if he fights them. The local crime lords once again show their odd money vs. spending disparity when the bosses seem to have nothing better to do than to follow Deacon around town staring at him. Why have an army of 100 men or so if you aren't going to use any of them? It must be the weed affecting their brains. The head of the Growers is John Carey, and his main henchman is named Reese. Reese is only noticeable because he has a thing for Audrey, despite her revulsion at the idea reaching Krakatoan proportions. Reese is also played by Captain America himself, Steve Rogers. Except he's not blonde, a super soldier, dressed in Red, White, and Blue, or expert with a shield. Deacon is beaten by Growers goons, but is not deterred, and tries to get autopsy reports on his friend's death. The Growers strike back by torching the bar and burning the widow alive. Deacon barely escapes, he chases them in his car, but is gunned off the road, and his car instantly explodes. Everyone thinks he's now dead. Of course he isn't, this movie isn't that clever.

Enter Act II:

We jump from guy helping his dead friend to Vietnam pals revenge-fest! Vietnam revenge movies were a common site on the video store fields of the 1980s, but development of railroad lines, as well as the repeating rifle, brought down hundreds of thousands of these great beasts. Now, they are available only in nature preserves, special farms, or deep in the prairie. Deacon gets his friend Art Spence, electronics extraordinaire, to help, who also clues in gun dealer Bartlett (who deals in illegal arms to Arabs, something we wouldn't see in movies today if they were trying to establish a new hero character) and then Spence and Deacon look up Ox. Ox behaves and looks like every "Ox" ever has and ever will in movies. He's a huge, tough, hairy, eating, drinking man's man, totally exaggerated in masculinity in every department. He's completely energetic, over-the-top, and intense. Like Donald Gibb (Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds), were the movie able to afford him. Bartlett won't help them shoot things up, but says he'll give them a weapons package later. The team is set, but first, Deacon must reveal to Audrey that he is still alive, so we get us a sex scene with some nudity. Audrey points them out to an abandoned place in the countryside they can use as a base, and the Destroyers set up shop.

The Destroyers start doing some surveillance of the Growers, and sneak around getting info, and knife a few guards in the process. The next day Carrie is complaining that three of his guards have disappeared. The Destroyers never carried off their bodies, so I'm guessing wolves or zombies ate them. Probably zombies. Following this, Bartlett wanders into town, and is immediately set upon by the Growers. He's sent to the Sheriff's office, and the Growers start to beat him to get some more information. Meanwhile, the Growers shoot up two trucks full of Growers Goons. The Destroyers find out Bartlett is caught, and they run a night raid on the Sheriff’s office, throwing all the goons in jail, saving Bartlett, and Ox eats the key, so everyone is trapped inside. Deacon has words with the Sheriff, and they run off. The Growers are mad, and they kidnap Audrey, who is still working her job unguarded, because the Destroyers are morons. The Growers blow up her gas station, and find out where the Destroyers are hiding.

The Growers attack the Destroyers' base. The Destroyers have mines guarding outside, and blow up several invaders. But there are way too many Growers attacking. There must be close to a hundred of them. The number keeps growing! Ha! Ha. Sorry. Watching nameless extras getting gunned down isn't that exciting. The Destroyers run across an escape bridge, and then blow up the bridge, thus being farther hidden in the forest area. Some of the Growers give chase, and our heroes the Destroyers use their Viet Cong skills to take out the villains one by one. At least it's more Rambo now, but it's still not Rambo enough. It's more like "Hambos." There are Viet Cong traps all over, we see Growers fall into spiked pits (I wonder if the spikes have feces smeared on them as well for E. coli infections), Growers impaled by spears, Growers hit by spiked logs, and some traps with spiked gates. Sheriff gets annoyed that the Growers are kidnapping people, and threatens Carrie, who then tries to kill Sheriff as well. Sheriff is saved by Deacon and his men, and Sheriff shows them where they are holding Audrey.

The Destroyers now have their attack plan for the Grower base. Ox will burn the giant weed field, Deacon and Sheriff will rescue Audrey, and Bartlett and Spence blow up a dam that will flood the area. As the guards of the weed field are just staring at the weed and not into the forest where attackers would come from, they are all taken out immediately. Ox sets to burning the field: "I love the smell of dope in the morning!" Reese holds Audrey hostage, but Deacon just shoots him and saves her. Carrie escapes into a helicopter, and Deacon jumps on one of the landing skiffs while Sheriff takes Audrey to safety on the other side of the dam. Bartlett and Spence are wiring the dam, and Ox has gotten a hold of a bazooka, and is bazookaing the heck out of the Growers' men. Why the Growers had a bazooka with hundreds of rounds lying around the weed field? Do they get attacked by tanks every few days? Even the bazooka is not enough to save Ogre, who is surrounded and shot full of holes. Back at the dam, there is a big shootout atop it, as the entire Grower army has moved there. Over 100 people shooting at two Nam vets. Does anyone in the town of King's Ransom not work for the Growers? Bartlett is hit a few times, and Spence is hit a few times as well. On the helicopter, Deacon tosses a grenade inside and then drops off, falling into the lake that the dam blocks off. The copter blows, and Carrie is dead, the Growers have lost their head. Back below, the dam is blow with the entire Grower army aboard, and they're all killed. Deacon still lives, as does the Sheriff and Audrey, and even Spence, who I forgot lived until putting the photos up for the site. So it's sort of happy, but the rest of the Destroyers are destroyed.

Nam vets getting revenge became popular low budget trash during the eighties, with varying quality. Though this read more like an episode of the A-Team, except that people die at the end, and no one says "I love it when a plan comes together" or "I pity the fool!" This was the D-Team (D for Destroyers) and the movie rates a C. It is somewhat entertaining to watch, but once it's over, you can't recall any details. If it wasn't for the notes I took, I would probably have written a jumbled review based on a half-remembered A-Team episode, Rambo, and an episode of Rude Dog and the Dweebs. 

Michael Monterastelli's review from the Collecting VHS blog:

Plot:  When Vietnam veteran Deacon Porter learns of the suspicious death of his beloved ex-commanding officer, he travels to the small Northern California town of King’s Ransom to investigate. He soon discovers that the entire terrified population is under the control of John Carrey: a powerful marijuana farmer who defends his fields of illegal crop with an enormous army of henchmen.

When Deacon learns that Carrey is responsible for his pal’s death and his new local girlfriend Audrey has been kidnapped by the psychotic drug kingpin, he enlists the aid of three of his former army buddies to get back his gal and give the pot farmers a war unlike anything they’ve ever imagined!

Thoughts: If you were an avid exploitation movie watcher during the seventies, eighties and nineties like I was, then at one point you must have come across a film by the legendary B-movie auteur, Cirio H. Santiago. The late, great Philippines born producer/director was responsible for scores of mind-melting genre flicks that ran the gamut of everything from Blaxploitation (Savage!, TNT Jackson), martial arts (Firecracker, Bloodfist, Bloodfist II), women-in-prison (Women in Cages, The Big Bird Cage), revenge (Naked Vengeance) post-apocalypse action (Stryker, Wheels of Fire) and sharksploitation (Up from the Depths). But, he was especially known for his numerous low budget Vietnam War movies (Final Mission, Eye of the Eagle, Eye of the Eagle 2: Inside the Enemy, Kill Zone, Firehawk) that gave him the reputation as the “master of the Vietnam war genre”. The Devastator is also one of his Vietnam War films, but the twist is that it takes place in Northern California and the Cong are replaced with an army of heavily armed marijuana farmers.

Rick Hill (Deathstalker, Deathstalker IV: Match of Titans, Dune Warriors, Cyborg 2, Class of 1999: The Substitute) is Vietnam vet Deacon Porter, who after learning of the death of his ex-commanding officer, takes a trip to the rural town of King’s Ransom to help his widow run the tavern they owned together. He soon discovers that the residents are all living in a state of terror due to the psychotic marijuana kingpin, John Carrey (Crofton Hardester) who protects his vast fields of weed with an enormous army of three-wheel driving, armed-to-the-teeth henchmen. When nearby campers and college kids wander onto his land to snag some free pot, they are viciously gunned down by the growers with no mercy. The local Sherriff turns a blind eye to the murders because he’s on the take… but he’s not happy about it.

Rick starts asking questions about his friend’s death and attracts even more attention when he starts a romance with the local hottie, Audrey (played by the gorgeous Katt Shea from My Tutor, Barbarian Queen, Psycho III, The Rage: Carrie 2). Before long, Carrey orders his goons to brutally beat Rick up and set the tavern ablaze, killing his ex-C.O.’s widow.

Rick returns to L.A. to nurse his wounds and enlist the aid of his old ‘Nam buddies: Spense, the electronics genius; Bartlett, the ammunitions expert; and Ox, the group’s gung-ho strongman. The four soldiers return to King’s Ransom to wage their own war on the pot farmers. This is where the film becomes like a POW movie, because the marijuana compound is heavily protected like a fortress and to complicate issues, the bad guys kidnap Audrey and are holding her there.

The last part of the film is chock full of action as the four ‘Nam buddies take on an army of hundreds and kill every single damned one of them with guns, elaborate booby traps, fists and a few well placed explosives. In the end, the weed fields are set ablaze, Audrey is freed, Carrey is blown up while fleeing in his getaway chopper and peace is restored to King’s Ransom. Even the corrupt Sherriff joins in on the fun and helps the boys kick some pot farmer ass! Unfortunately, a few of Rick’s buddies buy the farm during the battle, but they die gloriously while helping their friend, so it’s cool.

This movie is like a cross between an old time western, a ‘Nam POW flick and a vigilante opus. There are tons of similarities to the Gene Hackman 1983 film, Uncommon Valor, which is one of my favorite Vietnam POW movies ever. Also, the fact that the evil bad guy is a pot grower is pretty hilarious considering how the laws have changed here in California regarding the herb, which has pretty much been decriminalized. He looks and acts more like a swarthy cocaine lord, but I love that it’s weed. It’s so beautifully ridiculous.

If you’re a Cirio H. Santiago fan like me, then this is a MUST SEE! It has everything you’d ever want in a gonzo 80’s action movie and who knows, maybe you’ll get a contact high from it.

Paul Cooke's review from his Ballistic Blood Bullets blog:

‘‘Now let’s kill some sons of bitches!’’

Vietnam war veteran Deacon Porter (Rick Hill) receives a telephone call from the wife of a friend, and fellow ‘Nam war buddy, informing of his death in a car accident. The grieving wife tells Porter that she believes it was murder!

In a back hills Californian town crooked business man John Carey operates a marijuana trade. The surrounding lands are the perfect plantation spot for cultivation of the illegal substance, and with the local police sheriff on his payroll Carey’s production schedule is in full force.

Carey has a large stable of armed men under his leadership, all tasked with keeping the marijuana fields guarded at any cost. Trespassers aren’t just frightened off, they are hunted down and killed! Anyone that may directly attract attention to them meets with a more subtle form of accidental death. Deacon Porter’s ‘Nam buddy uncovered the operation, and his transgression led to Carey staging his death to look like it was accidental.

Porter drives into the same town to ask questions about his friend. Word of his investigations soon reach Carey and it is not long before he too is set upon by the drug barons goons. Beaten, bloodied, shot and then having his car forced off the road by pursuit vehicles, careening into a ditch and exploding into a plume of flames, Porter just about gets out in time. Believed dead, and so not attracting any more concern from the aggressor Carey, he retreats back home to dress his wounds and formulate a plan of retaliation.

Anther ex ‘Nam war friend, and explosives expert, comes to Porter’s aid, offering his assistance in bringing the war to John Carey and his illicit operation. Whilst Porter rejuvenates, and forms a plan of action, his good buddy sets about calling upon a couple of former Vietnam war brothers in arms. Weapons and tactics soldiers, still alert of mind, and fleet of foot and fist. Bringing together a formidable small strike force of four Deacon Porter, and his three dogs of war, return to the backwoods Californian town to serve notice of hostile intent upon Carey!

Guns, grenade launchers and plenty of explosive devices, bring proceedings into the high octane Action percentage column in the final third of the movie. Vietnam vets against drug running animals. The only way for Porter and his men to cull the rabid beasts is to put them down. Outnumbered, but out smarting such overwhelming odds, the battle seasoned pros bring a war to Carey that raises all hell, and his Marijuana operation to the ground.

Rick Hill steps out of ye old world Deathstalker (1982) mode, and muscles right on into modern Action hero mould pretty seamlessly. Crofton Hardester plays the mean spirited and avarice hungering bad guy role of John Carey well enough, ably assisted by Cirio H. Santiago recognisable regulars Nick Nicholson and Don Gordon Bell, amongst others, as his heavy handed henchmen.

Left to team Porter the bad baggage gets taken down, toe tagged and sent packing care of lethal Vietcong man traps and bad ass bravado. The Destroyers is a low budget, high value Action fest that delivers the goods.

Ty & Brett's review from the Comeuppance Reviews blog:

One of the best things about The Devastator is that it is no-nonsense, no-frills action fun that packs a good punch at 79 minutes.

Deacon "Deke" Porter (Hill) is a Vietnam Vet, who heads into the sleepy little town of King's Ransom, California. He's there to investigate the death of his 'Nam buddy Marcus Dearing. Unfortunately, the town is run by a coterie of redneck pot growers, the ringleader being the nefarious John Carey (Hardesterm). They even have Sheriff Clay Marsh (Kaz Garas) in their pocket. They don't cotton to outsiders, so when Deke comes sniffing around their turf, a war ensues. Luckily, Deke has an ace in the hole: his old army buddies Spence (the electronics expert) and Ox (The goofy, loud punchfighter) (Daniels) to help him out.

Who will be victorious? The smarmy bastard John Carey or will the mighty hero Ox reign supreme?

Hill as Deke is bit bland to be an action hero and he has an unflattering overbite. This doesn't stop him from being a slickster with the ladies and wearing his Member's Only jacket while sitting on a chair backwards so he can "rap" with people. Thankfully Jack S. Daniels (great name) is an American treasure to be discovered again and again! We need more men like him in the movies and in real life.

While most films of this era were concentrating on evil cocaine-related baddies, The Devastator goes the opposite direction and shows evil pot growers. John Carey is a hilarious name for the main villain. When they say his name in the film, you think of the failed presidential candidate windsurfing, and throwing HIS Vietnam medals over a fence. Where are the Swift Boat Veterans For Truth when you need them?

Directed by prolific fan-favorite Cirio (we are on a first name basis), this bears a similarity to the classic Final Mission (1984), it even has the same gratuitous fan-favorite death, decapitation. One of the strongest aspects of the movie is that it has a double-revenge plot. Deke has to get revenge for his fallen buddy and for himself.

In the U.S., The Devastator was released on VHS in one of those great MGM\UA big boxes. You gotta love 'em. If you don't like VHS big boxes, you are a traitor to our great country.

Ox it up tonight with this classic!

Jayson K's review from the Ghoul Basement blog:

Yet another "Vietnam vet strikeforce reassembles independently to vanquish a serious local criminal threat years after the war"-type action flick. This time a man (Deacon Porter, Rick Hill) gets the ol' team back together to destroy a mass mary jane grower and his henchmen after the brutal murder of a good friend.

I think I've discovered a new wrinkle in my blow 'em up preferences. The closer the Italians are to the action production; the greater my enjoyment usually. Santiago and company strive for middling drama and A-Team-level action. The gun battles seem fought by blind apes with both sides armed with machine guns missing obvious targets mere feet away. Baddies often run off unharmed with puffs of lead exploding behind their backs or just fall over in a bloodless spasm.

Unfortunately, the film never relinquishes to its own stupidity, leaving the viewer bored and with very little to praise or unintentionally laugh at. Rick Hill as the "badass" lead doesn't stand out from the bevy of small time actioner mugs, even amongst his on-screen 'Nam buddies here. I did manage to get through it this time, fell asleep my first attempt, and it's a skip like my sleepy mind told me weeks back.
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