Only have myself to blame for this prime piece of stinky stilton! Wow what a turkey. Whilst being faced with a monster hangover on Saturday I knew I needed a distraction. What better way could help than a cheesy 80’s action film, preferably one I hadn’t seen before. With a quick search, I noticed the intriguing title of Black Moon Rising.
Tagline – From the mind of John Carpenter comes the towering adventure that thunders across Los Angeles and explodes 30 stories above it!
Trouble Man actor Robert Hooks is just so damn cool that surely he’s playing our hero Mister T as himself. A man brimming with charisma and super fine suits, a beautiful apartment building filled with 70’s chic and the best stereo system equipment that money can buy. His girl Cleo (Paula Kelly) is sweet and loving and will do anything for her man and T repays her with his deep respect and love. Yeah there might be other ladies but hey, Cleo is his girl.
Miscellaneous honey – “When am I gonna see you again baby?” Mr T – “I’m gonna have to think about that girl!”
Revisited a childhood favourite of mine recently, a science fiction film that has embedded itself on me like some cosmic radiation. Whenever I see mention of it I feel a pull not unlike that of a black hole drawing me in for a viewing. This time it was courtesy of fellow film blogger Mr. Bobinsky who posted some beautiful inspired artwork. That was all I needed and off I went again on another journey.
Tagline – You can’t escape the most powerful force in the universe.
Down on his luck musician Bobby Sinclair (Robert Carradine) drowns his sorrows at a LA bar and meets oddball girl Iris Longacre (Cherie Currie) who likes to narrate the scene in the style of a 40’s private-eye monologue.
Iris Longacre – “My problem is I can spot tormented souls at a distance of about 500 yards… I got, I guess you could say, I got a sense for somethings.”
I believe it was sometime during the winter of 1980 that I received a call from director John Landis. It had been snowing but hadn’t settled, I sat on the sofa contemplating life. To be honest it had got a bit boring since running Bubba Zanetti and his Hellhounds out of town. It was a fierce battle, a fun battle but now the bad guys were quiet for now and I needed a distraction.
Any teenager growing up with a local video rental store near them during the 1980’s would of seen the shelves over filled with VHS cassette covers from the likes of Hong Kong promising non-stop action packed high adrenaline filled martial arts. Relentless Kung Fu fighting, crazy acrobatics and a barrel load of slap stick comedy. They never failed in bringing deep joy and wide opened, jaw hitting the floor shock as stunt men flew through the air smashing into all manner of bone crushing solid wall or concrete structure or propelled head first out of a bus window at full speed. These guys were incredible and we just couldn’t get enough of them. Continue reading “Eastern Condors (1987) Sammo Hung & The Hong Kong Dirty Dozen”→
The right honourable Flight Lieutenant Singh (Julian Sherrier) is not content with being a crack shot fighter bomber pilot with an awesome dashing mustache and a proper gentlemen to all the ladies. This valiant Sikh is part of 633 Squadron, a courageous band of brothers, tasked with a mission to take out a German V-2 rocket fuel plant built in Norway. A truly suicidal mission but this is the stuff these boys from Royal Air Force’s No. 633 Squadron are made for.