“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, May 13, 2018
Night of the Kickfighters (1988)
aka Night Raiders
A martial arts film with Adam West? How could I not watch that? West, alas, is not a kickfighter in this, but a millionaire with a laser weapon and a daughter who gets kidnapped. He hires a balding pudgy martial artist and his not-so magnificent seven to rescue her. Among the crew is 7 foot tall Carl Struycken, who is ludicrously slow and awkward in fight scenes. There's a woman whose accent keeps changing. There's a magician who trains by having cinder blocks broken on his chest while on a bed of nails. There's a ton of silly gadgets, some miniatures, a chase scene, a bar fight, stock footage - including a still frame, guys talking on phones after hanging up, dead characters returning, and... grape feeding and head massage by a giant while wearing a negligee and a snake. It's actually kind of slow until the final confrontation.
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