What is the deal with my obsession with end-of-the-world movies? I don't know but this yummy, little cheese cube quenched at least part of my thirst. It kinda reminded me of those really bad, early 80's films you see on the Spanish channel. You know the ones with the low budget, the cheap ugly chicks, the rival gangs, and the guys with lots of chest hair? Yeah. It was a mixture of that and Mad Max...only American.
Part of the amusment of this movie is in the fact that it cuts immediatly from a touching, like gag-me-with-a-spoon father/son moment right into a psycho gang bang and some guy getting knifed in the face. It's all cheesy so the violence isn't as disturbing as it tries to be. Which is great. I love melodrama. It makes the world of bad film go round. The ending is the epitome of cheese and melodrama, as each go hand in hand. At this time I am reminded of a quote from the most seasoned actor, Sir Samual L. "I'm just gonna walk the earth..." Teehee...
3.5 Cheese Puffs
on a 5 Cheese Puff scale