Showing posts with label dystopian future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dystopian future. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Rock & Rule

Most movies are augmented by their soundtracks. Rock & Rule exists as an excuse for one.
In the spirit of Heavy Metal and Fritz the Cat, this Canadian animated musical extravaganza is justly best-known for featuring the music of Blondie, Cheap Trick, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop and Earth, Wind & Fire. Unfortunately Rock & Rule came a little late to the party, was buried by its studio and didn't do so well at the box office. Then it hovered in limbo until about 2005 until it finally got a reissue.
So, we have our heroes, a struggling rock band, which is either Cheap Trick with Debbie Harry or Blondie with Robin Zander, depending on whose outfit wrote the particular track. The band itself is never named.
 And we have our villain, ossifying rock god, Mok, whose songs are courtesy of Lou Reed and/or Iggy Pop, depending on what mood he's in.
Oh, and the movie brings up this sort of half-assed effort at post-apocalyptic mutant society in the opening and then just kind of leaves it there. Sure, there's a club manager who looks kind of like a rat and is kind of rat-like, I guess; Omar aka Robin Zander looks vaguely like a dog, but acts nothing like one; Angel just looks like Debbie Harry and acts like a human.
So, the plot is that Mok wants to raise a demon that will make him all-powerful or at least boost his sales--"You must remember that my last concert was not... completely sold out."--but he needs a magical voice for the summoning. He's been scouring the world and the last place he looks is a dive bar in Ohmtown, where the band--again, nameless band--is playing a gig. Omar does a surprisingly rockin' Cheap Trick number that gets their power cut. Then Angel/Debbie takes over with her keytar and plays a pretty badass Blondie song. Omar stalks off, his delicate feels hurt, but Mok knows he has found the voice.
Mok gets the rest of the band loaded on something called Edison Balls, which is some kind of drug--Edison Balls? Really? Then he tries to convince Angel/Debbie to join him, but she refuses because she's gonna stick with her band--which, if it was so important, you think someone would have found a name for said band by now. I mean, I think I've been in a half-dozen bands that were just names.
Anyway, Mok asks Angel to join him, she refuses, he dopes her up with a rose full of roofies and then whisks her off to Nuke York in his blimp because what is more supervillain than a blimp? And the rest of the band sobers up and steals a cop car to give chase. (Usually the stealing and the sobering happen in the opposite order, but who am I to judge?)
 While they bumble around, Angel/Debbie manages to spring herself with the help of Cinderella, a zaftig roller derby girl who is on her way to the "hottest anti-gravity disco in town!"
 Rock & Rule may initially seem to play into the old damsel in distress routine with Angel/Debbie, but upon further consideration, she's no pushover. She insists on playing her own songs; the band follows her, not Omar Zander; she says no to Mok; she springs herself and keeps taking the initiative straight through to the end. Compare this to the males around her (Mok and Omar) both of whom are totally ego-blinded and can't tie their shoes without flunkies cheering them on.
 
Anyway, Angel/Debbie does still wind up at "Carnagie Hall" for Mok's big gig. But the demon summoning somehow goes wrong and Mok simply blows out all the power in Nuke York. He decides to return to Ohmtown--which had loads of electricity as the name may indicate--to try again, with the goofballs of nameless band again in pursuit....


With its angelic singer in the clutches of a demonic rock has-been, Rock & Rule is more than a little reminiscent of Phantom of the Paradise. Rock & Rule has an outstanding soundtrack, but suffers from a lack of plot--the episodic nature of Heavy Metal at least meant that by the time you got bored with one ridiculous premise, it had moved on to the next one. Also, Debbie Harry and Robin Zander should totally have duetted more, as their voices blend really well. Ultimately, Rock & Rule has some nice images, but works better as music than a movie--which is weird, because they never actually released that soundtrack after all...


Friday, August 22, 2014

1990: The Bronx Warriors

I have always loved Escape from New York, a true dystopian B-movie classic. However, that film got one thing about the future glaringly wrong: The idea that the island of Manhattan would be abandoned to poors and criminals. Hah. No, Manhattan is the province of Russian oligarchs and Chinese billionaires and anyone else corrupt/amoral enough to obtain get the kind of money that buys a $50 million condo they're only going to live in two weeks out of the year. Nope, in the future, as in the present, the disenfranchised will be kept far, far from Manhattan.
Now, this is one thing that a crap flick like 1990: The Bronx Warriors actually gets right: Gentrification. Here, the 1% resides in high-security Manhattan, while everyone else is stuffed into the rotting borough of the Bronx. Yes, the true future of New York City, except that even the Bronx will be too fancy for the plebes soon. Anyway, other than that, 1990: The Bronx Warriors is a Euro-knockoff of better 80's films, the aforementioned Escape from New York and that truly great film, The Warriors.
 atempts... attimpts... attemps... oh, fuck it.

So, we open with some dopey girl in shoulder pads and moussed bangs running around the Bronx. 1990: The Bronx Warriors was actually shot on location in the Bronx because i don't think there's anyplace in Italy that looks like Hunts Point and, hell, if the NYPD were willing to ignore the same crackhouse for decades, i don't think they'd  care much about a few stunts n' pratfalls.
Dopey girl is quickly cornered by a bunch of guys in plastic helmets and shoulder pads on roller skates. Sure, it worked in The Warriors, in the well-paved ramps & straightaways wonderland of the Union Square subway station. But it's not the best transportation option in a rubble-strewn apocalyptic wasteland. However, before someone can trip over a rock, help arrives!

Behold our hero, Trash, who is supposedly the invincible leader of the Riders, the toughest biker gang in the Bronx, but he comes off more like a sissyboy Bon Jovi. Apparently, in the post-apocalyptic Bronx, not only will you be able to get your whites whiter, but chest wax will be plentiful!

 Really? You were in the Bronx in the early 80's
and you couldn't find someone to make you better graffiti than this?

But, oh noes! It seems one of the Riders is found dead, leading to a faceoff with the other hot shit gang of the Bronx, the Tigers, who wear zoot suits and drive awesome 40's cars. They are led by Ogre, played by Fred "The Hammer" Williamson. Finally! Someone with some motherfucking charisma. A believable badass. He has a sweet Rolls, dynamite outfits and a girlfriend named Witch who looks like Jerry Hall with Wolverine claws.

 Anyway, yeah, the Hammer offed yer buddy. Because he was on Hammer's turf and motherfucker was a snitch for the Manhattan Corporation -- the paramilitary corporate entity that protects the rich. (I'm pretty sure Dick Cheney's on the board.) The Hammer did you and the rest of the Bronx a goddamn favor, so chill out there, Steven Pearcy.
And here comes our villain. The Mahattan Corporation has sent in a psycho cop named the Hammer (oh, this is going to get confusing) to try to get Dopey Girl. The Hammer -- the cop-fake Hammer, not the awesome-real Hammer -- is played by Vic Morrow. He shoots a couple Riders, plants a Tiger's ring, figuring on the old "turn the gangs against each other" ruse. 
But wasn't one of the Riders already a police snitch? This is the part where 1990: The Bronx Warriors starts trying to get too complicated for its own good as we try feebly to keep track of who's turning who against who... Ah, let's fuhgeddaboudit and have a biker funeral pyre!
It turns out that Dopey Girl is actually the daughter of the president of the Manhattan Corporation, who, of course, wants her back. In short, she serves the same purpose as the cassette tape in Escape from New York and is about as compelling a character. But, well, she's actually the director's daughter, so that should give you an idea of how talented she is. As for Trash, he's played by a guy the director picked up in a gym -- sorry, discovered in a gym -- so that should give you an idea of how talented he is.

However, as soon as she reveals this, the roller skate gang from the beginning with the shiny white hats return  -- apparently they're called the Zombies, because Zombies are clean and roller skate -- and carry Dopey Girl off to their playroom...
Trash realizes that the Manhattan Corporation is behind it all. All the gangs need to band together, but to recruit Ogre, Trash will need to cross the Bronx. Which is full of gangs. I think we've heard this one before...

 The first gang the Riders come across is... oh, here, i'll just show you a picture.
Sir, i knew the Baseball Furies and you are no Baseball Furies. You are simply tap dancers in Kiss makeup. Literally: Tap dancers. They have choreographed moves and tap-tap-tap KICK! tap-tap-tap KICK! tap-tap...
Next up, the Scavengers.  Who look more like they should be the Zombies, but whatever.
 Finally, Ogre's house and civilization! Trash has to persuade Ogre to join him in the battle for the Bronx.
... and Fred "the Hammer" Williamson is so fucking in. Bring it on!
Once things are settled with the rat within the Riders' midst and Dopey Girl is reclaimed from the Power Rangers, the Bronx warriors can go to war.
 

The cops hate the civilians, refer to them as "animals," wear helmets and armor, have tanks and flamethrowers and are basically just there to wipe everyone out. Another thing about the future 1990: The Bronx Warriors got right, i guess...

Welcome to Ferguson!

1990: The Bronx Warriors was actually only the first in a Bronx trilogy, which also included Escape from the Bronx (which, oddly, is about not wanting to leave the Bronx) and The New Barbarians (which is more of a Road Warrior knockoff). Actually, all three are available in a boxed set now. Who knew that movies like 1990: The Bronx Warriors and Ginger would one day be raised from the 99-cent bin to the limited-edition collectors tin....

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Switchblade Sisters

Switchblade Sisters is among the finest films of the girl gang genre -- with brief detours into women in prison, blaxploitation, high school delinquency tales, class struggle, dystopian semi-future, Mean Girlsploitation and Shakespeare knockoff.
Switchblade Sisters is the work of exploitation maestro Jack Hill, who was also responsible (if you want to call it that) for Coffy, Spider Baby, The Swinging Cheerleaders and The Wasp Woman, among others. It was originally titled The Jezebels, but that apparently confused people. And, well, it is hard to find a more straightforward, descriptive title than Switchblade Sisters.

 So, we find ourselves in our urban mid-70s hellhole -- Hill claimed he envisioned Switchblade Sisters as a Clockwork Orange-style futuristic gang movie, hence the wack-future overtones.

We see one of our fair females, Lace, in her bedroom, sharpening her switchblade, dabbling on perfume and listening to some jackhole try to repossess her mom's TV.  Lace is played by Robbie Lee, whom you may recognize from Big Bad Mama. She looks like Linda Blair and sounds like a second-grader doing a Jimmy Cagney impression. Fun whitebread fact: Roy Rogers and Dale Evans were her godparents and she went on to do voices for Rainbow Brite cartoons.
Lace is the leader of the Dagger Debs. We are introduced to the rest of the girl gang when they help Lace take back the cash from the repo man.

Incidentally, the one in the purple top is "Donut," played by Kitty Bruce, daughter of Lenny Bruce and burlesque queen Honey Harlow. Like all sociopathic teens, violence rouses their appetite for fast food, so they head for the local burger joint, where they encounter the Silver Daggers, the male gang for which they serve as a sort of ladies' auxiliary, despite the fact that they seem much tougher than the boys. The Silver Daggers seem to be a bunch of Adrian Zmed/Deney Terrio knockoffs who hang around the snack shack all day but can't even afford to pay for their own French fries...

But, wait, some new girl in school is sitting at the Debs' table in the cafeteria!
This is Maggie, played by Joanne Nail, who had been doing actual Shakespeare on Broadway when she  auditioned for Switchblade Sisters, and wound up acting in The Gumball Rally afterwards. Anyway, in a more overt version of what happens in lunch rooms all over the world every day, Patch's, Lace's second-in-command attempts to jump Maggie. It should be obvious which one is Patch and why she's Patch. In the role of Patch is Monica Gayle, who was better known as a softcore porn cutie, making her Iago/enforcer role a singular change of pace.

Regardless, Maggie remains impassive, then tears off her chain belt and proceeds to use it to whip some ass, impressing Lace. After said fracas, the girls wind up in lockdown, with the mandatory sexually harrassing dyke warden, Moms Smackley (played by Kate Murtaugh, who was "Mom" in Dr. Detroit, a film i will have to do here someday).


Maggie has shown sufficient class to be asked to join the Dagger Debs and here, ah here, the black seed of downfall is planted in the fertile soil of several flavors of  jealousy....
 
But, in the meantime, Lace sends Maggie to see her boyfriend Dominic at the Silver Daggers clubhouse and give him a message.The Silver Daggers are bitching about what they're going to do about the Crabs. Which are apparently another gang, although i cannot help but suspect that many of the Daggers do, indeed, have crabs. Anyway, egged on by the dad from That 70s Show, Dominic reads Lace's letter aloud to his broke-ass, badly dressed, lady-smacking, VD-ridden subnorm brethren. Sure, Lace's prison poetry is far inferior to that of Bonnie Parker, but, shit, i'm surprised these ass-clowns can even read.

Then Dominic adds injury to insult by raping Maggie. I am consoled by the fact that, in the movies, the guy named Dominic usually gets it. Maggie says nothing about it, not wanting to upset her new buddy, Lace. Next week at school, she acts like things are totally fine -- yes, all the gang kids still go to high school --
 -- but Patch senses that something is up....

... and Patch is furious at the idea of Maggie possibly replacing her as War Chief and Lace's bestie. So much so that she will fuck over Maggie and the Debs and even Lace just to make sure she stays #1 BFF. And so she begins working on Lace, telling her that Maggie's gonna steal Dominic. Because Dominic is such a fucking prize.

Regardless, Lace makes Maggie a full member of the Dagger Debs -- although Patch adds that Maggie has to "do a job," which consists of getting the head Crab guy's medallion, which is some sort of plastic swastika badge he got from a box of Göring-Ös. Seems like kind of a pointless errand, but the dumbasses came up with it, whaddya expect? For this assignment, Maggie puts on a girly dress -- Switchblade Sisters is cartoon-like in its insistence that all characters wear the same outfits at all times -- and bimbos him into submission.
 Also, to add to the confusion, Crabs seems to be the name of both the guy with the bad fashion sense and his loudly-shirted gang. And he seems to run some kind of community center here they clean guns and roll joints and type letters to The Man. But Crabs is most upset that his medallion has been taken and so does a drive-by on Dominic's brother and gang rapes his girlfriend. Because cheap shots and picking on women seem to be what makes a gangsta in this town. At least the Debs can actually kick ass and take on men, cops, wardens...

Lace and Dominic fight over a plot twist that will not be revealed here -- yes, for once, i'm keeping the spoliers. Deal. Regardless, the drive-by/rape triggers the most outrageous scene in Switchblade Sisters, the incredible roller rink massacre.

 



It seems someone set up the Daggers and their Debs, but who...?

So Dominic is dead and Lace is in the hospital. In the meantime, Maggie holds down the fort for the Dagger Debs. And, like women eventually do, she figures the boys have fucked things up long enough and it's time for someone with the ability to deduce, strategize and fight -- not to mention read two-syllable words and find her own ass with one hand -- to take over.

Maggie also changes the gang's name to "the Jezebels" -- fuck being the ladies auxillary!
But the ladies still need allies. So Maggie leads them across town to meet up with her old friend, Muff, played by Marlene Clark of Darktown Strutters. Muff is a militant radical, as you can tell by the posters of Angela Davis and Chairman Mao -- the the AK-47s wielded by her ladies' liberation army.
Yes, the women are not letting color or geography blind them to their common goal and their real enemy. The American people of 2014 have much to learn from Switchblade Sisters.
So, will the girls defeat Crabs? Will Lace and Maggie learn to share leadership? And who set everyone up at the roller rink... It all comes together in pair of climactic battles that owe something to Animal House and High Plains Drifter, Shakespeare and Spartacus.

This is a British VHS cover. As you can see, none of the art has a damned thing to do with the movie.

Switchblade Sisters was a bit of a flop in its time -- the change of name, some confusing marketing made what should have been a straightforward sell curiously confusing. However, the movie's status quietly built over the years and being championed by Quentin Tarantino has set Switchblade Sisters firmly in the grindhouse pantheon.
"Let me give you some advice, cop. You can beat us, chain us, lock us up,
but we're gonna be back. Understand? And when we do, cop,
you better keep your ass off our turf or we'll blow it off!.
Jezebels, cop. Remember that name!"