distant signals from the wicked weird cinema of the past
Two kickfighting meatheads reluctantly team up to rescue the kidnapped daughter of a mutual former squeeze. Can they put aside their bitter jealousies to work towards a common goal or will they be compelled to settle their differences during a rainy and completely unnecessary mud wrestling match?
The smoke and sparks fly in Albert Pyun’s post-apocalyptic, quasi-vampire cyborg film made in Moab, Utah.
Armed with a stacked cast of genre movie veterans, a badass lead performer, and an entire warehouse full of cardboard boxes, BALLISTIC is the stuff that b-movie dreams are made of.
Years before the big-budget proselytizing of controversial figures like Mel Gibson or Jim Caviezel hit the screen, an Atlanta-area filmmaker melded moral messaging with the low-budget action ethos of companies like City Lights and PM Entertainment.
A religious prophet has just recruited the latest naive member into his weird, isolated cult. However, her rich father is dedicated to her safe return. Before long, a martial artist private investigator is in hot pursuit, racking up parking tickets, moving violations, and mangled fenders along the way.
A film where underground kickboxing, blindness, bar fighting, vomiting at the morgue, and a fuzzy guitar soundtrack collide.
A group of martial artists from a California karate club board a cruise ship destined for Warrior’s Island, a remote stomping ground for zombie martial artists. Will they make it to their destination or be forced back to port on account of a norovirus outbreak?
If you love weird and wild action cinema of the 1980s, you owe it to yourself to find a copy of this film. It features an incredible cast, a Japanese-influenced sword fight, wild shoot-outs, rocket launcher attacks, dirtbike chases, dirtbike crashes into cardboard, carsplosions, hand-to-hand fights, throat rips, and a single, spiked fingerless glove.
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