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The strong arm of the law.
A tough-on-crime street cop must protect the only surviving witness to a strange murderous cult with far reaching plans.
This is why you should give this film a pass:
- cutting pizza with scissors
- 'This is where the law ends and I start...........sucker!'
- Matchstick toothpick.
- Dennis Leary once said he wanted a cheese helmet so he could put it on and eat cheese the entire day. This is that.
- There is no plot. This is a good thing.
- Lots of A-team violence.
Brigitte Nielsen is awful. It's like watching an East European shot put athlete trying to act.
Without any irony or that "aware of how silly it is" quality people for some goddamn reason champion in action movies these days, this Sylvester Stallone penned thriller hurls a big sleazeball of post-Dirty Harry fascism at your eyeballs faster than you can say MTV. I would argue that Cannon Films generally, and this film in particular, represent the nexus of low brow exploitation and slick Hollywood spectacle (and perhaps its apex too). This is a nasty and mean piece of work, that, though never overtly graphic, feels as grimy and ludicrous as some of the stuff that played on 42nd Street in the decade prior. It's all coated in a sheen of style from director George P. Cosmatos and…
"This is where the law stops and I start - sucker!"
"Go ahead, I don’t shop here."
The overcompensation of violence when rule of law comes up short.
Sylvester Stallone plays Marion 'Cobra' Cobretti. His gun has a cobra on the handle and he drives a black 1950 Mercury Monterey with the license plate "AWSOM 50". He wears reflective aviators and chews on a matchstick. He gives his coworkers nutritional advice ("Try some fish!") and tells them not to swear in public. He shoves a journalist's face at a corpse when they ask if he used excessive force ("Tell that to their family!"). But more important than anything else, he eats cold pizza with scissors.
Cobra feels like the result of a semi-dystopian 80's crime thriller being made by a recent…
I want to give this 5 stars, but I feel that might be too dishonest (or perhaps it's a new level of honesty I'm not ready to admit yet). Takes the DIRTY HARRY ethos to its logical confusion, as senseless violence begats senseless police work amidst a war-torn wasteland rife with product placement. Although pretty ahead of its time for having a climactic factory shootout years before either ROBOCOP or TERMINATOR 2. The movie tips its allegiances, however, by showing a Pepsi sign obliterated by a shotgun blast while a hero cop enjoys a refreshing Coca-Cola Classic™.
Bonus: This is a Christmas movie!
Absolutely bonkers, doesn't make a lick of sense, with a dull denouement in a lava factory in the middle of a lemon grove. This movie exists, I shit you not.
If this were a spoof it would probably get top marks. This film is illogical and ridiculously stylised in a way that just screams 80s.
The protagonist is constantly undermined by detectives as he proposes blatant truths about the case that they are too dumb to consider. Please note, the protagonist is not a detective.
He's assigned to look after a key witness after she identifies one member of a gang involved in a series of murders. What's ridiculous is that while she doesn't know she'd seen a killer when she first sights him on the side of the road, she does when he tries and fails to murder her too. By the end of the film the entire gang…
A film for every red blooded, Reagan loving, liberal hating, American out to watch evil guys get killed by good guys. The movie is pure garbage, but is so atrocious one can definitely find entertainment form this in a Mystery Science Theatre 3000 kind of way.
Horrendous. I wish I could enjoy this movie for the over-the-top nature and the lack of frills, but the cheesy one-liners aren't quite cheesy enough to be funny, the ridiculous kills aren't distinct enough to be badass in any fashion, and the ridiculous attempt at artsy camerawork is so awful it's hard to focus on anything. Add in a putrid soundtrack, some of the worst editing you'll ever see, a total lack of characterization, and acting that would be sub-par in a Hungarian porno and you've got yourself one steaming pile of shit.
Stallone's presence and the shopping bag reading "This is a good place to shop" are the only things keeping this from a 1/10.
even by 80s action movie standards that is a LOT of Reagan-era violence-first fascist morality. honestly it makes the movie more boring because the villains are implausible to the point of being uninteresting.
decent car chase at the end.
Irony never killed nobody, not that it was ever even visible. COBRA's schlocky and over-portentous (especially in that hostage situation -- Stallone swaggers in, asks "How bad is it?" and is informed that it's pretty bad, but then promptly solves the whole situation thanks to his gun; wow!) but also somewhat charming? I mean, it's a self-serious DIRTY HARRY ripoff that traffics in cheap tropes, but to be so simple and obvious took some guts, even in the '80s. It's not badly made at all, even a little stylish and cool and economical.
Really silly 80's action flick, it wasn't made to make sense just entertain, and it did for the most part.
Movie night and we all pick a film to watch. After Light of Day turned into German subtitles, we gave up and the next pic was Cobra.
Strangely, I don't think I had ever seen this before as I had no memory of it at all, in fact I thought the end of this was the end of Rutger Hauer's Wanted Dead or Alive and when the grenade moment never came I was disappointed!
So, with no nostalgia to boost it, this film was a drag. It was classic cannon with a really dumb plot, mega violence and a dodgy hero in Sly but pretty bad.
The baddies think Bridgette Neilson can identify them, so they kill 5 million people in trying to kill her.
It has an awesome montage of Bridgette Neilson modelling with some robots though.
"you're the disease. I'm the cure."
Reagan era conservative revenge fantasy pits a get the job done cop against a cult of murderers who are apparently the kind of people the judge lets out on the streets all willy nilly. He's not ashamed to notice an attractive woman at work, as it sure as hell ain't sexual harassment. He's not that into health food, and he doesn't mind sugar. All unrecognizable food is something cheese related. He's also facing the most bureacratic and hilariously inept series of police captains in history, standing for "ethics" but taking ethics far past their reasonable limits. "I don't buy this gang theory!" Well how about Cobra might be right, because he was randomly attacked…
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