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RABID DOGS (1974)--Directed by Mario Bava.
Stars Riccardo Cucciolla, Lea Lander, Maurice Poli, Aldo Caponi, Luigi Montefiori. This cynical and hard-edged crime drama
was nearly completed by director Bava when one of the film's financial backers died unexpectedly. The negative was tied up
with lawyers, and the film sat on the shelf until actress Lander and Lucertola Media bought it, finished the post-production,
added a score by Stelvio Cipriani (TENTACLES) and released it in 1998 on DVD only. The result is a violent, well-acted caper
film that probably would have been an influence on Quentin Tarantino if he had ever seen it.
Four crooks, including
mastermind Doc (Poli), knife-wielding Blade (Caponi) and psycho Thirty-Two (Montefiori), knock off an armored car, kill lots
of guards, take a woman named Maria (Lander) hostage, and hijack an auto driven by Riccardo (Cucciolla), who seems to be a
regular guy in a suit taking his sick young son to a hospital. Most of the action occurs within the car, as the hostages plead
for their safety, the crooks make threats, and Doc fights to remain in control of his two loose-cannon partners. The
performances, especially those of Poli and Cucciolla, are outstanding, and Bava's twist ending is a corker. Also with Erika
Dario and Maria Fabbri. One of Bava's most unusual films, RABID DOGS is considered by many to be his only realistic movie,
the others being mostly Gothic horrors. Italian title: CANI ARRABIATTI.
RACE WITH THE DEVIL (1975)--Directed
by Jack Starrett. Stars Peter Fonda, Warren Oates, Loretta Swit, Lara Parker. DIRTY MARY CRAZY LARRY was one of
20th Century Fox’s biggest moneymakers of 1974. Peter Fonda, already a counterculture icon from the biker films
THE WILD ANGELS and EASY RIDER, starred as a rebellious holdup man racing an army of cops to the border in his souped-up ‘69
Dodge Charger, burning rubber and breaking laws all the way. Deftly directed by John Hough, who went on to make two
successful WITCH MOUNTAIN films for Disney, “DIRTY CRAZY” (as Fonda calls it in his interview on the Anchor Bay
DVD) was an unpretentious, gear-crunching car-chase movie that cleaned up in drive-in theaters all across the country.
Needless to say, the suits at Fox were eager to find another
drive-in flick for Fonda, preferably one that could stick him behind the wheel of a moving vehicle. Along came writers
Wes Bishop and Lee Frost, who had made names from themselves during the 1960’s as makers of “roughies”--basically
softcore sex films with violent overtones--but had since moved towards more mainstream exploitation fare, most notably THE
THING WITH TWO HEADS, a ridiculous melding of mad-scientist and car-crash genres that starred Oscar-winning actor Ray Milland
(THE LOST WEEKEND) as a wealthy, terminally ill bigot whose head is transplanted onto the shoulder of a black convict played
by former L.A. Ram Rosey Grier. Their script, RACE WITH THE DEVIL, was a similarly structured mixture of horror and
action, and Fox lured Fonda to the film by hiring as his co-star the great character actor Warren Oates. Fonda and Oates
were good friends, having worked together on Fonda’s directorial debut, 1971’s THE HIRED HAND.
Fonda and Oates play Roger and Frank, a couple of motocross
racers traveling across Texas in a huge motor home, accompanied by their wives, Kelly (Lara Parker) and Alice (Loretta Swit,
then starring on M*A*S*H). Their bucolic vacation is interrupted during its first night, when the two men witness a
Satanic ritual occurring near their campsite. They’re shocked to see a masked man, surrounded by chanting acolytes,
sacrifice a nude woman, and are forced to go on the run when the devil worshippers discover their presence.
This leads to the film’s first of several suspenseful
scenes, as the panicky campers get their RV stuck in a mudhole trying to escape and struggle to dig their way clear as crazed
men in white robes chase after them on foot. The vacationers head straight to the local sheriff (R.G. Armstrong), who
pooh-poohs the notion of Satan worshippers in his community, even when confronted with the bloody scene of the crime.
And no wonder, since it appears that the sheriff--and nearly everyone else the travelers meet along their dusty route--is
one of them.
RACE WITH THE DEVIL was directed by Jack Starrett, a solid
action director perhaps better known as a character actor who specialized in tough guys (his most prominent role is that of
the cruel deputy Galt who brutalizes Sylvester Stallone in FIRST BLOOD). Starrett was a late-in-the-game replacement
for Lee Frost, when Fox became disenchanted by the original director’s first two weeks of footage. Starrett’s
CLEOPATRA JONES and SLAUGHTER were major blaxploitation hits, and his brilliant crime drama THE GRAVY TRAIN, from a screenplay
co-written by Terrence Malick (THE THIN RED LINE), remains sadly unavailable on home video in any format.
Starrett’s approach to RACE WITH THE DEVIL is a disquieting
one, interjecting post-Watergate paranoia into a slam-bang action movie loaded with fantastic stunts. Texture is added
by the cool dichotomy between the victims, couched in a 35-foot RV armed with the latest creature comforts, and their pursuers,
primitive zealots able to scare the bejeezus out of them through their faceless omnipresence.
Adding to the suspense are Fonda’s and Oates’
Everymen portrayals. We know Clint Eastwood and Burt Reynolds could have kicked those Satan worshippers back to San
Antone with their eyes closed, but using “regular guys” like Fonda and Oates puts the audience into their shoes
and brings the horror closer to home. It also helps that Starrett shoots the action without the use of process shots
or trick photography, which makes the danger look more realistic; Fonda even battles a real rattlesnake at one point!
Like DIRTY MARY CRAZY LARRY, RACE WITH THE DEVIL is often
remembered today for its similarly downbeat ending, which isn’t the most logical way to go, but is unquestionably vivid.
It was also a huge hit, cementing Fonda’s status as one of the most dependable B-level leading men of the 1970’s.
RADAR MEN FROM THE MOON (1951)--Directed
by Fred C. Brannon. Stars George Wallace, Roy Barcroft, Clayton Moore, Aline Towne. Not many serials were being made by the
time the '50s rolled around. This is probably the best of the decade. Wallace is Commando Cody, who uses his rocket-jet pack
and metal diving helmet to fly to the Moon to prevent evil villain Retik (Barcroft) from conquering Earth. This serial and
its sequel, ZOMBIES OF THE STRATOSPHERE, recycled action footage from 1949's KING OF THE ROCKETMEN. Moore was TV's "Lone Ranger"
at the time. 12 chapters long and released by Republic, which made most of the best Saturday serials.
RADAR
PATROL VS. SPY KING (1949)--Directed by Fred C. Brannon. Stars Kirk Alyn, Jean Dean, John Merton. The screen's first
Superman, Kirk Alyn, stars as government agent Chris Calvert, out to stop the diabolical plan of enemy spy Baroda (Merton)
to steal some secret radar equipment and sell it to our nations foes in this 12-chapter Republic cliffhanger. The action is
pretty straightforward, with plenty of explosions, car crashes, fistfights and stunts to keep serial fans happy. Not many
gadgets, although Baroda and his main henchman and -woman Ricco and Nitra use lots of electricity in their plan. Also with
John Crawford, Eddie Parker, Tom Steele, Tristram Coffin and Eve Whitney.
RAGE (1972)--Directed by
George C. Scott. Stars George C. Scott, Richard Basehart, Martin Sheen, Barnard Hughes. Revenge tale about a Southwestern
rancher (Scott) who discovers his son's death was caused by some chemical tests being performed by the Army. Major Sheen tries
to cover up the incident, which forces Scott into action. Not bad, but nothing out of the ordinary. Scott's directing debut.
RAGE (1995)--Directed by Joseph Merhi. Stars Gary Daniels, Kenneth Tigar. Aussie-accented, kung fu-fighting
second-grade teacher Alex (Daniels) is a regular Joe with a beautiful wife, lovely suburban California house and cute daughter
who suddenly becomes a fugitive from justice after he is carjacked and kidnapped by corrupt government agents and a fat redneck
cop. Alex is used as a guinea pig in a series of deadly experiments being conducted to test a new serum that will breed a
new line of super-soldiers with super-strength and super-stamina (just like Captain America!). Unfortunately, the serum has
a couple of serious side effects. One is that it kills its subject in just a few days; the other is that it sometimes pops
its subject into berserker mode, which is what happens when Alex makes his escape, killing a dozen or so of his captors in
the process.
From there, RAGE is a series of well-staged if sometimes overlong chases, stunts, fights, crashes and
explosions as Alex struggles to stay alive and protect his family from the yellow journalists covering his plight. Where RAGE
stretches its ambition muscles a little more than it has to is in its portrayal of the media, commenting on its current style-over-substance
and sound-byte-over-truth treatment using the voice of Harry Johansen (Tigar), a veteran TV reporter whose old-fashioned style
and sense of fairness has caused him to be considered a laughing-stock by his blow-dried colleagues. Whereas most video renters
will be more concerned with how many heads Gary Daniels kicks in, Tigar, a familiar character actor in one of his largest
film roles, is the true heart of RAGE.
Well paced and professionally sheened by director Merhi, RAGE falls short in
the logic department. The medical experiments performed upon Daniels are never fully explained or shown, and probably only
exist as an excuse to have the action star perform impossible tasks like hanging onto the side of a glass-walled skyscraper
by his fingertips or leap off the top of an exploding tanker truck. The script's science fiction elements are quickly forgotten
in lieu of its standard action movie cliches. It also seems hard to believe that the wimpy, bald actor who plays Daniels'
brother-in-law could be the brother of Alex's hot wife...and how did a grade-school teacher become such a kung fu master anyway
(a reference to Alex spending a lot of time at the gym just doesn't cut it)? Also with soap star Fiona Hutchison, Jillian
McWhirter, Peter Jason (48 HOURS), Mark Metcalf (NATIONAL LAMPOON'S ANIMAL HOUSE), Tim Colceri, Doren Fein and HARD COPY anchor
Barry Nolan. Producer/director Merhi and producer Richard Pepin own PM Entertainment, which produced RAGE. Co-scripter Jacobsen
Hart has written several PM direct-to-video hits, like T-FORCE and ZERO TOLERANCE. Music by Louis Febre. Credit regular PM
stunt coordinator Spiro Razatos with the several stunning stunts that populate the picture.
THE RAGE
(1997)--Directed by Sidney J. Furie. Stars Lorenzo Lamas, Gary Busey, Roy Scheider, Kristen Cloke. Lamas is Nick Travis, a
typically burned-out maverick FBI profiler on the hunt for psycho Vietnam vet Art Dacy (Busey), who's organizing a private
militia with plans to assassinate several government leaders at a Utah lodge. Dacy also likes to rape and carve up women,
as revenge for being carved up by a razor blade-wielding hooker in 'Nam. Nick's boss, Taggart (Scheider), who holds a grudge
against the agent whose behavior he believes cost him a promotion, assigns rookie Kelly McCord (Cloke) to work with Nick with
the hope that A) the two will screw up, giving Taggart reason to bounce Nick from the bureau or B) Kelly will be Taggart's
spy, slipping Taggart a (you guessed it) reason to bounce Nick from the bureau.
As standard direct-to-video filler,
THE RAGE is pretty good, mostly because Furie stages some excellent action scenes, including an early car chase in which a
van is propelled into a set of bleachers and the climactic boat chase in which one character is set on fire and then launched
through the air. I gotta admit--I never saw a flying burning man before! The biggest problem is the leads. Lamas and Cloke
are poor actors; Lamas maintains one expression for the entire 96-minute running time, and Cloke is never convincing as an
FBI agent--she even smokes like she's never seen a cigarette before. On the other hand, Busey is fun to watch as usual; you
get the impression that the director just lets him do whatever he wants, which is rave, rant, babble, giggle and show off
those trademark shark teeth. Scheider is his usual dependable self, struggling with the ultimate cliched character while maintaining
his dignity. I have to wonder, however, why such a terrific actor with his Oscar nominations and well-preserved features isn't
working in major films rather than as foil to Lorenzo Lamas, for Pete's sake.
Also with Brandon Smith, Tiani Warden
(Busey's real-life wife), Jeff Doucette, Dick Kyker and a bit by David Carradine. Music by Paul Zaza. Filmed in Utah by the
director of THE IPCRESS FILE and IRON EAGLE. Cloke was a regular on the Fox series SPACE: ABOVE AND BEYOND and MILLENNIUM,
both produced by her husband Glen Morgan.
RAGE AND HONOR (1992)—Directed by Terence
H. Winkless. Stars Cynthia Rothrock, Richard Norton, Brian Thompson, Terri Treas. A schoolteacher (Rothrock) and
an Australian cop (Norton) team up to battle corrupt policemen and druglord Drago (Thompson) on the streets of Los Angeles.
Not the world’s most plausible premise, but not too outrageous in the world of DTV action movies. There’s
little here to distinguish RAGE AND HONOR from a hundred other movies—or even a dozen others with Rothrock—although
it did spawn a sequel that made its stars secret agents and sent them to Jakarta. Treas (ALIEN NATION) turns some heads
with her sexy bad-girl portrayal. Catherine Bach (THE DUKES OF HAZZARD) plays Norton’s concerned boss. Also
with Alex Datcher, Jon Van Ness and Stephen Davies.
RAGE OF HONOR (1986)--Directed by Gordon
Hessler. Stars Sho Kosugi, Lewis Van Bergen, Robin Evans, Gerry Gibson, Chip Lucia. After starring in several
entertaining ninja movies for Cannon, Japanese martial-arts star Kosugi jumped to another indie studio, Trans World Entertainment,
to make this similar free-for-all. Shiro Tanaka (Kosugi) is a federal narcotics agent working undercover in Buenos Aires
to bring down a major drug operation run by the sadistic Havelock (Van Bergen). One night while Shiro is dining in a
tuxedo at an elegant restaurant with his gorgeous American girlfriend Jennifer (Evans), his partner is tortured and murdered
by Havelock. Enraged at not only Havelock, but also his by-the-book boss Sterling (Gibson) who pulls him off the case,
Shiro quits the agency and bolts to Argentina, where Havelock has also kidnapped both Jennifer and his pal Dick (Lucia), leading
to a one-man assault on Havelock's jungle retreat.
Although Kosugi doesn't wear his traditional ninja garb this time,
he's still the same old Sho, mowing down dozens of foes with his vast armory of edged weapons. Spikes, spears, shurikens--stand
in Sho's way, and prepare for a blade in your gut. Or forehead. Or neck. And sometimes Kosugi tries killing
the old-fashioned American way: with a good ol' automatic pistol. As directed by old pro Hessler, who also made Kosugi's
PRAY FOR DEATH, RAGE OF HONOR is very standard '80s action fare, lacking the outlandish absurdities of Kosugi's more entertaining
Cannon fare like REVENGE OF THE NINJA and NINJA III: THE DOMINATION. It does pick up in the second half after Kosugi
begins his trail of vengeance, culminating in a climax that feels lifted from Chuck Norris' CODE OF SILENCE. It also
contains less dialogue for its star, whose mangling of the English language is in direct proportion to his stiff performance,
and unfortunately Hessler hasn't recruited a supporting cast strong enough to counterbalance Kosugi's shortcomings.
Also with Richard Wiley and Alan Amiel. Stelvio Cipriani composed the bland score. Filmed on location in Argentina,
also the home of Jim Wynorski's DEATHSTALKER II. Producer Don Van Atta is a veteran of treacly TV sitcoms, and I wonder
how he became involved in making three martial arts movies.
MGM presents RAGE OF HONOR on DVD with 5.1 surround sound
and with English, French and Spanish subtitles. The sound mix is nice, but not really very overpowering, as the music,
sound effects and even the dialogue aren't much to write home about. Visually, MGM displays RAGE at a full-frame 1.33:1
aspect ratio, as they have done with other chopsocky films of this vintage. In those cases, such as REVENGE OF THE NINJA
and AMERICAN NINJA 2, a full-frame presentation was okay, since they appear to have been filmed open matte with all pertinent
information contained within the 1.33 rectangle. This is clearly not so with RAGE OF HONOR, as many of the fight scenes
contain action happening just off the sides of the camera image. I don't know why MGM insists on often presenting its
titles in a non-widescreen format, definitely the wrong move with RAGE OF HONOR. As always, MGM includes the original
theatrical trailer (with Trailer Voice pumping up the Trans World connection, not that TWE had a fan base, did it?) that downplays
Kosugi's presence. The box art is very attractive, though its central image of a ninja is misleading.
No insert card is included.
RAGE TO KILL (1987)--Directed by David Winters.
Stars Oliver Reed, Cameron Mitchell, James Ryan. Reed hams it up in this Action International picture shot in South
Africa. As General Turner, Reed mostly drinks liquor and threatens people as he helps to engineer the takeover of a
Caribbean country. Among his prisoners are a group of American medical students, one of whom is the brother of drag
racer Blaine Striker (Ryan), who is apparently some kind of master soldier. He is captured and tortured just after arriving,
but soon escapes and plots an overthrow of the overthrowers alongside CIA agent Miller (Mitchell). Ryan and Mitchell
reunited with Winters for the even worse SPACE MUTINY a year later. Also with John Hussey, Henry Cele and Ian Yule.
RAID ON ENTEBBE (1977)--Directed by Irvin
Kershner. Stars Peter Finch, Charles Bronson, Martin Balsam, Yaphet Kotto, Horst Buchholz. This gripping, Emmy-winning docudrama
aired on NBC just months after the real thing. After Arab terrorists hijack a French passenger jet and hold the passengers
and crew hostage in a Ugandan airport, the Israeli government, led by Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin (Finch), debates whether
to pay the ransom by freeing several Arab prisoners or send in a crack Israeli commando squad, led by General Dan Shomron
(Bronson). RAID begins like a traditional disaster movie, as we get to know the passengers and the terrorists (led by a German,
Wilfred Boese, played by THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN's Buchholz), then almost feels like a documentary, as we watch Rabin and his
staff debate their decision and attempt negotiations with Ugandan dictator Idi Amin Dada (Kotto). Although we already know
the (reasonably) happy ending, Kirshner manages a good deal of suspense in the final reel, as Shomron's soldiers manage to
liberate the hostages in a daring late-night raid.
Much of RAID's power is due to its extraordinary cast. Finch, who
was already dead by the time RAID aired, is marvelous as Rabin, while Bronson (in a rare television performance) and Balsam
as a Jewish hostage bring great authority to their scenes. Also with Eddie Constantine as the jets pilot, Tige Andrews as
Shimon Peres, Robert Loggia, Warren Kemmerling, Jack Warden, John Saxon, Stephen Macht, James Woods, Allan Arbus, Mariclare
Costello, Harvey Lembeck, Billy Sands, David Opatoshu as Menachem Begin, Peter Brocco, Dinah Manoff, Stanley Brock, Harlee
McBride, Kim Richards and Sylvia Sidney. Music by David Shire. The Entebbe standoff was also the subject of the made-for-TV
VICTORY AT ENTEBBE and OPERATION: THUNDERBOLT by Israeli-born director Menahem Golen. From the director of THE EMPIRE STRIKES
BACK.
RAIDERS OF ATLANTIS (1983)--Directed by Ruggero
Deodato. Stars Christopher Connelly, Tony King, George Hilton, Giola Scala. If anybody has any idea what the hell
is going on in this movie, please let me know. I found this Italian adventure film to be pretty frustrating to start,
but once I decided to give up trying to make sense of it all, I discovered it to be pretty goofy fun. American stars
Connelly and King play Miami mercenaries on a pleasure cruise in the Atlantic Ocean who stumble upon the explosion of a Russian
nuclear sub, an oil rig and a mysterious island surrounded by a transparent plastic dome emerging from beneath the sea.
Joining the oil rig's crew of scientists aboard a different island, the two find themselves the targets of a punk biker gang
who try to kill them and eventually kidnap pretty Cathy (Scala). It turns out these punkers are from Atlantis (!) and
take Cathy back to their island to...well, I don't really know what they want her for, besides to wear white facial makeup,
speak pretentious dialogue in front of futuristic viewscreens and, uh, something else. I told you this was a confusing
movie. Deodato doesn't seem to care what's going on anyway, staging a ton of shootouts, fights, special effects and
even some very fake-looking gore. Connelly is fun to watch, since he seems to know what a turkey he's in, but loves
shooting the guns and wisecracking his way through it. He actually did several Italian movies during this era like JUNGLE
RAIDERS and 1990: THE BRONX WARRIORS before dying in 1988.
RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK (1981)--Directed
by Steven Spielberg. Stars Harrison Ford, Karen Allen, John Rhys-Davies, Paul Freeman, Denholm Elliott. The greatest adventure
of them all. Ford is 1936 archeologist Indiana Jones, part-time college professor and full-time fortune hunter. Jones is sent
by the U.S. government to Tibet to find the Lost Ark of the Covenant before the Nazis, led by archrival Bellocq (Freeman),
can get their hands on it. The action almost never stops, as Indy contends with boulders, avalanches, angry natives, submarines,
exploding airplanes and other dangers along the way. Some awesome stunts including one of the all-time great car chases. Won
Oscars for editing, visual effects, art direction and sound; also nominated for Best Picture and Director. I thought Ford
should have been nominated too. You'll be whistling John Williams's score for days. Screenplay by Lawrence Kasdan (THE BIG
CHILL). Story by George Lucas and Philip Kaufman (THE RIGHT STUFF). Lucas was executive producer.
RAIDERS OF THE SUN (1992)--Directed by Cirio
H. Santiago. Stars Richard Norton, Rick Dean, Brigitta Stenberg. I’ve seen so many of Santiago’s bottom-of-the-barrel
post-apoc disasters that I can no longer tell them apart. He seems to have made dozens of them, and about half star
Australian martial artist Norton. Here we are again, years after a nuclear holocaust, and MAD MAX rejects are still
running around the desert shooting at each other. Instead of gasoline, the big treasure is gunpowder. Some pacifist
natives living on a mountain have a gunpowder mine, and good guy Norton tries to prevent bad dude Dean and his motley band
of killers from getting to it. As usual, Santiago keeps the running time short and the pace quick to keep us from getting
too bored of all the running, shooting, fighting and raping. This one even rips off MAD MAX BEYOND THUNDERDOME with
a fight to the death between two guys swinging on ropes. Also with Blake Boyd, Lani Lobangco and Joseph Zucchero, who
was also the editor. Composer Odette Springer later made a documentary, NO NUDITY REQUIRED, that was critical of her
boss on this film, Roger Corman.
RAIN MAN (1988)--Directed by Barry Levinson.
Stars Dustin Hoffman, Tom Cruise, Valeria Golino. Hoffman won a Best Actor Oscar as Raymond Babbitt, an autistic man who travels
cross-country with his much younger brother Charlie (Cruise). Charlie is a smooth-talking car salesman, who learns of his
brother's existence when their father dies and leaves Raymond everything. The two brothers learn to love each other in this
offbeat road movie. Winner of four Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Director and Original Screenplay (Ron Bass).
THE
RAINMAKER (1997)--Directed by Francis Ford Coppola. Stars Matt Damon, Danny DeVito, Jon Voight, Claire Danes. The
most enjoyable film adaptation of a John Grisham novel yet, thanks to some colorful performances by an excellent supporting
cast, assured direction and a nice sense of humor. Grisham's novel was about a young lawyer named Rudy Baylor--as the story
opens, he hasn't yet taken the bar exam--who files a lawsuit against a giant insurance company on behalf of a decent white-trash
family whose son is dying of leukemia and whose life may have been saved if the insurance company had made good the family's
claim. Rudy also becomes involved with a sweet teen being abused by her softball-playing husband.
By jettisoning just
a few minor characters and subplots, Coppola's screenplay manages to pack a whole lot into its 135-minute running time. Damon
(who filmed this just before GOOD WILL HUNTING was released) plays Rudy as a moral and decent man--one who knows all the jokes
about lawyers, and wants to clear his profession's good name--and one who's a bit unsure, like he knows he's playing with
the big boys now and isn't certain he belongs. Rudy goes to work for a shady law firm (one whose principal partner is under
indictment on racketeering charges), where he teams up with DeVito (in perhaps the movie's most enjoyable performance) as
Deck Shifflet, a slick-talking shyster who never passed the bar exam (after six tries), but doesn't let that stand in the
way of his ambulance-chasing. After getting to know and admire Deck (who certainly isn't lacking in nerve or street smarts),
Rudy (and Deck) eventually opens his own office to pursue his case against the insurance company. It helps the movie that
Damon has a strong villain to compete with, and that's Voight (in an enjoyably hammy turn) as a slick Memphis attorney defending
the insurance company--a guy who swims with sharks and probably likes it. THE RAINMAKER is nothing more than a slick old-fashioned
courtroom drama in the mode of ANATOMY OF A MURDER with a strong cast of veteran actors and an underdog you'd be crazy not
to root for, but there certainly isn't anything wrong with that. Also with Dean Stockwell, Mary Kay Place, Danny Glover, Roy
Scheider, Virginia Madsen, Red West and Mickey Roarke. Music by Elmer Bernstein. Filmed mostly on location in Memphis.
RAMBO (2008)—Directed by Sylvester Stallone.
Stars Sylvester Stallone, Julie Benz, Paul Schulze, Ken Howard. Can you really go home again? John J. Rambo does so
figuratively and literally in this incredibly bloody movie. RAMBO, the fourth in a series that began with the terrific FIRST
BLOOD (1982), but has been absent from screens since 1988's RAMBO III, has the simplest screenplay of any of them, and times
out at a lean 80 minutes or so (plus closing crawl). In a nutshell, Rambo (writer/director/star Stallone, as if you didn't
know), now a lonesome cobra wrangler in Thailand, is approached by American missionaries to take them into war-torn Burma
on his boat. He does, against his better judgment, and when the missionaries are eventually kidnapped by some real bastards,
Rambo only slightly less reluctantly agrees to accompany some mercenaries into the jungle on a rescue mission.
RAMBO is one of the goriest R-rated films ever released, making
SAVING PRIVATE RYAN look like SGT. BILKO. Frankly, I can't figure the MPAA ratings board. If the splatter on display here
isn't graphic enough for an NC-17, then I can't imagine what is. Unfortunately, Nu Image, the production company that made
its name shooting dozens of direct-to-video action and horror flicks in Bulgaria, cheaped out on the gore effects. Instead
of using squibs and makeup, Nu Image hired the same Bulgarians who did CROCODILE 2 and SHARK ATTACK 3 to perform the CGI decapitations
and limb removals. When will Hollywood learn that computer graphics will never be an improvement over physical effects? Perhaps
the action was moving so fast, Stallone and Nu Image thought nobody would notice. It appears the MPAA didn't.
To be honest, I thought the violence in RAMBO was too brutal,
for the most part. It's a simplistic action flick, nothing more, and while it succeeds at making the villains so damn hateful
that you cheer when Rambo shows up to waste them, the opening violence was so realistic that it ceased to be "fun," if you
know what I mean. It's curious how these movies have become politicized over the years, particularly during the 1980s, when
President Reagan proclaimed that Rambo must have been a Republican. The irony is that the character is an expatriate with
little love for the country that let him down after the Vietnam War and literally left him to die in the Vietnamese jungle
years later. If anybody "hates America," it's John Rambo.
Still, Stallone is a talented action director, and it would
be interesting to see what he could do with a film that he wasn't acting in. He unquestionably stages more dynamic action
sequences than, say, Christopher Nolan and Doug Liman, not that anyone is going to be brave enough to give Sly a Batman movie
to direct. Outside of Stallone, no other cast member or character really has much to do. The lead antagonist doesn't even
have a name, as far as I could tell, and the film's most familiar supporting actor, Ken Howard (THE WHITE SHADOW), appears
in just one scene. Of course, the movie is called RAMBO after all, so perhaps it can be forgiven.
RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD PART II (1985)--Directed
by George P. Cosmatos. Stars Sylvester Stallone, Richard Crenna, Charles Napier, Julia Nickson, Martin Kove, Steven Berkoff.
Sly returns as angst-ridden Vietnam vet John Rambo, who uses his Green Beret skills to return to the jungle and rescue American
POWs long forgotten by the U.S. government. Box-office blockbuster is certainly silly and cartoon-like, but you can't deny
that it works. The action is fast-paced and exciting, and despite the fact that Rambo kills at least a hundred people, you
still get the sense that he's the underdog. Crenna and Napier are sturdy in supporting roles. The beautiful Nickson meets
the usual fate of the action hero's love interest. James Cameron (TITANIC) wrote the screenplay with Stallone. From the director
of TOMBSTONE. Filmed in Mexico. Stallone was probably the biggest movie star in the world at this time. Music by Jerry Goldsmith.
RAMBO III (1988)--Directed by Peter MacDonald. Stars Sylvester Stallone, Richard Crenna, Marc
de Jonge, Kurtwood Smith. The second sequel to FIRST BLOOD is less cartoony than RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD PART II, yet even
sillier, if that's possible. John Rambo's mentor, Colonel Trautman (Crenna), is captured and held hostage by Soviet
forces in Afghanistan. Rambo (Stallone), who has joined a monastery in Thailand (!), is recuited (unofficially, of course)
by the American government to join up with the Afghan rebels, rescue Trautman, and kill some Commies. Of course, what's
most noteworthy about this film today is that Rambo's allies are the Taliban, not exactly on the best of terms with the United
States these days. The explosions are bigger, the wounds are bloodier, and the scope is more epic, thanks to director
MacDonald's sure hand with massive action scenes (he was a second-unit director on RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD PART II). It's
actually cool to see Crenna getting in on the action for once, and he and Stallone have pretty decent chemistry together,
even though Rambo demonstrates a sense of humor that seems out of character. Filmed in Israel, Thailand and Arizona.
This was one of the most expensive movies ever made (at the time). Music by Jerry Goldsmith. Sly also scripted
with Sheldon Lettich.
RAMPAGE (1986)—Directed by Cetin Inanc.
Stars Serdar Kebabcilar. Better known as TURKISH RAMBO, this 1980s ripoff could only be seen on faded bootleg VHS tapes until
Champaign, Illinois-based Dark Maze bought the rights and released it as an honest-to-goodness Special Edition DVD. Unfortunately,
since the original audio track included unauthorized clips of Jerry Goldsmith’s scores from FIRST BLOOD and RAMBO: FIRST
BLOOD PART II, Dark Maze’s Ed Glazer had to completely redub the soundtrack using local actors and musicians. It’s
probably even more fun with the original audio, but Dark Maze does a pretty good job redoing the crazy dialogue. Wisely, the
dubbing is played straight without any “ha ha isn’t this stupid” pandering to the bad-movie crowd. This
is no WHAT’S UP, HIDEOUS SUN DEMON?
Serdar (as himself?) is a seriously badass bodybuilder who goes
undercover to expose a terrorist cell hiding out in the Turkish mountains. After enduring some mostly lame torture (buried
in the mud, squirt with a hose, superficial knife cuts), Serdar is invited to join the soldiers. From there, he can work from
the inside to bring down the terrorists, mainly by firing a bazooka that resembles a kiddie toy and blasting the bad guys
with an unlimited supply of ammunition found easily just lying around the desert for anyone who needs a reload.
RAMPAGE, originally titled KORKUSUZ, is typically wonky for
a lost Turkish production, though lacking in the insane energy that propelled earlier classics like 3 DEV ADAM (with Captain
America and Santo battling an evil Spider-Man!). Almost all of the action is confined to the second half with an overly complicated
story sometimes making the movie something of a task to enjoy. Champaign radio personality Eric Sizemore “plays”
Serdar and two other roles.
RANGERS (2000)--Directed by Jim Wynorski (as
Jay Andrews). Stars Matt McCoy, Glenn Plummer. Wynorski, who can be good for four or five direct-to-video features a year,
sure can crank 'em out in a hurry. One reason is that they're done cheaply by pilfering stock footage from more expensive
films. Nearly every explosion, battle scene, chase and shootout in RANGERS has been taken from somewhere else and spliced
into Wynorski's newly shot footage; indeed, most of the fun of RANGERS is trying to identify from which (better) film each
shot was taken.
McCoy plays Captain Broughton, leader of a squad of Special Operations commandos who are assigned
to parachute (using stock footage from NAVY SEALS) into an unnamed Middle Eastern country and kidnap a terrorist. They do,
but the squad is double-crossed from within, and one of Broughton's men, his friend Shannon (Plummer), is captured. Shannon
also learns his squad was betrayed from within, but suspects Broughton, so he agrees to work with the captured terrorist's
brother to return to the United States on a rescue mission that will also serve as revenge for Shannon.
Or something
like that. To be honest, the screenplay by Steve Latshaw doesn't make a lot of sense, nor should it be expected to, considering
how it was structured. Wynorski and Latshaw picked out their action setpieces first from the available stock footage, then
wove their story around them. The plot machinations Latshaw comes up with in order to get his characters where they need to
be to fit into the previously filmed scenes are pretty amazing. The climax is set in Atlanta, only so huge chunks of the Chuck
Norris flick INVASION U.S.A. can be used. A bus chase and crash from the Arnold Schwarzenegger thriller RED HEAT is recycled
(it was also used in the Jeff Speakman DTV RUNNING RED), and look also for scenes from THE DELTA FORCE and THE HIDDEN. The
new scenes are of the "place-the-actor-against-a-wall-and-film-it" variety, although you can see the cardboard folds in a
"brick" wall used at one point. A nearly empty office building represents the Pentagon, and one scene set on a beach is accomplished
by shooting the actors away from the water and against a blue plastic tarpaulin. The miniature effects and continuity errors
are laughable, and co-star Corbin Bernsen appears to have filmed all of his scenes on the same day (actually, Wynorski reveals
on the DVD's commentary that they were done in just three hours and that Bernsen was paid $30,000!).
Also with Dartanyan
Edmonds as the odious "comic relief" who says, "That was easier than the 20-dollar ho' I had in Vegas", Melissa Brasselle,
Bean Miller, Ryan Cutrona and Michael Mantell. McCoy later became a regular on the short-lived CITIZEN BAINES TV series. Wynorski
has also directed under the pseudonyms Noble Henry and Arch Stanton. Released by Phoenician Entertainment.
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