A cheapo mash-up of sword-and-sandal derring-do and post-apocalyptic nonsense, helmed with blatant lack of interest by a jobbing porn director and presumably left on a shelf to collect dust for a few years until Charles Band needed output for his video rental supply deals (lifting his brother’s theme for Laserblast appears to be his only input here, as it’s fairly inept even by Empire Pictures’ standards).

I watched the MST3K piss-take of the TV edit, which only made me want to see the original more. Not that it’s brilliant or anything, but I feel cheated out of the dune buggy chase.

There’s a film to be made about dissociative identity disorder, how it affects those who live with it and how it remains a controversial issue within psychiatric circles. This? This is not it.

J-pop pretty boys in Sons-of-Anarchy-meet-The-Warriors gang battles? OK I’m in.