This was the second movie at this year’s B-Fest. The most I can say for it is that I never saw it before. Now I have. It’s quite a snooze. The biggest issue everyone had with it is that it doesn’t deliver what the sub-title promises. It’s like Star Trek III: The Search with Spock if they didn’t, you know, search for Spock, or a Breakin’ II is there was no electric boogaloo.
In fact, now that I think about it, the film doesn’t feature what the primary title promises either. Stupid movie.
As I offer a parade of MotDs from the film in the next several days, I beg you not to be fooled. This movie just isn’t very good.
This was the secondary villain, the chief henchman. Because the film was part of that ’80s cycle of 3-D film, he came with a telescoping pseudo-arm that shot acid or poison or whatever I can’t remember and don’t care. Because of course he did. Other than that he was pretty useless. He kept running away from the hero, which for the chief henchman, usually the bruiser, is quite lame.
The film is also Kelly Preston’s second worst sci-fi film, but her role does prove that cosmetics will survive the Apocalypse. Lots and lots of cosmetics.
And shampoo. And conditioner. And hair dryers.