“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Death Warrior (1984)
Holy crap, what did I watch?! This Turkish martial arts film just starts with nonsensical fighting and never lets up until a telepathically thrown rock turns a ninja into a burning scarecrow that continues to fight. There's ninjas, monsters, mummies, wizards, ghosts, invisible men, mad doctors, motorcycle gangs, killer plants, women turning into frogs and a haunted rocking chair; what there isn't is plot. A stocky gray Turkish version of Chuck Norris stars in the scenes not cribbed from another film (or stock footage) and he encounters a bunch of women (mostly blondes) in bikinis. The copy I saw was muddy and badly translated, but that doesn't really matter. This is a strong contender for the next "worst movie ever."
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