Interesting but ultimately lacking documentary about female bodybuilding. Focusing on the 1983 Ceaser's Palace World Cup Championship, where Aussie powerlifter Bev Francis splits opinion on what the female form should be and throws the judges into a panic.
The problem is we learn almost nothing of the women- what drives them, how they became interested in bodybuilding, what makes them tick. And this is where the film fails to ever come out of the shadow of Pumping Iron- admittedly a…
A tae Kwan-do rock band (my favourite genre), bikers & motorcycle ninjas. Oh my! Lots of the homoerotic equivalent of Reader's Wives. Not one single actor. John Oates on one team, Axl Rose on the other . So many moustaches. "JIIIIIMMMM!!!" "AAAAAAGHHHH!!!"
Totally fucking stupid, like something you'd come up with when very, very drunk. Yeah, I really enjoyed it.
I am astonished that someone with such an eye for a beautiful shot can now turn out something that looks so made for TV. Bad made for TV. Stupid, stupid casting, bad writing, awful acting... This would never be a good film, but when compared to Deep Red or Bird With The Crystal Plumage it's an embarrassment.
Fantastic movie, I love it more every time I watch it. It looks beautiful (even if most of the gang costumes are mental), moves at a fair clip and the editing of the fight scenes elevate them from the usual tough guy 70s punch ups to something snappier and more fluid. Despite the knives and baseball bats brandished, this is not your usual action film, but a gorgeous, light slicked dance by desperate people, wronged and wanting home.