Rollie Tyler really is kind of a low-key psychopath, generally acting like a dick and seriously endangering bystanders during a car chase. And that’s before he just starts murdering people with hammers. He does have an wonderful Aussie accent though. And maybe it’s just me, but that Zombie Flesh Eaters poster in his apartment seemed to suggest that it wasn’t Giannetto De Rossi who was responsible for the make-up effects in that movie, but that it was actually a Rollie Tyler joint.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A long series of crowd-pleasing moments, packed with incident, followed by an ending that feels like a kick in the scrotum, but in a good way. The ending is made even better by the quiet final scene, and resulting somber, low-key credits.
Of course, just about everything that happened here is going to be reversed in about a years’ time, but it was tremendously effective in the moment.
This is like the ultimate comic book movie: a HUGE cast of…
Sad and mournful western, with a relaxed, unhurried pace and a tremendous hippy-ish folk soundtrack. Seems totally content to follow the characters around on their journey, until Chaco shows up, and everything goes to shit for them. But despite all of Chaco’s acts, it never descends into nihilism, with a lyrical section near the end set in an all-male mining town where the promise of new life seems to completely reinvigorate the formerly gruff and hostile townsmen. There’s also a…
As far as movies about Kung Fu serial Killers go, it’s not quite Kung Fu Jungle, but Bloodmoon still works for me. The late, great Darren Shahlavi plays a very camp villain who dresses like a Las Vegas stage magician and quotes Van Morrison before he kills Rob van Dam. He has steel fingertips with which he punctures walls, steam pipes and human bodies.
Frank Gorshin gets a part as the police chief who seems to exist in a state…