Reviewed Jul 01, 2012
Derek Hill’s review:
American fascism on volume 11. Stupid as they come, but on a whole special level of dumb-ass entertainment. A serial killer collective? Yep. A cop who'll kill everyone to preserve the peace? Uh-huh. A star desperately trying to stay relevant at a point in his career when he wanted to stay at home more than he wanted to make good movies? You betcha. A crowning achievement in bad '80s cinema, but thoroughly watchable if in the proper mood.