HANZO THE RAZOR: THE SNARE (1973) ***

Shintaro Katsu returns as the badass samurai policeman Hanzo in this sequel to Hanzo the Razor:  Sword of Justice.  This time out, he’s investigating the death of a young woman.  He does some digging and discovers she had an illegal abortion.  He traces the operation back to a priestess who is in cahoots with a crooked treasurer who is jacking up the price of gold.  Hanzo, who abhors corrupt elected officials, sets out to see that justice is served. 

Director Yasuzo Masumura brings a lot of style to this entry.  The scene where the priestess preforms her abortion ceremony is eerie and colorful.  It almost feels like something out of a Mario Bava movie.  In another great scene, Hanzo is buried alive and heroically rises from the grave.  Masumura also delivers on the action as the sequence where Hanzo busts up the priestess’ den of iniquity is stellar.

If you liked the first movie, you will have fun seeing the hallmarks of the series playing out once again.  Hanzo is still beating his meat (literally) and ruffling the feathers of his superiors.  Bad guys are still getting torn to shreds in Hanzo’s booby-trapped rooms.  Hanzo is still dishing out his own unique brand of torture.  (One scene gives new meaning to the term “sit and spin”.)

Yes, like its predecessor, Hanzo the Razor:  The Snare features some pretty wild stuff.  There’s lots of sex, depravity, and violence to go around.  As in that film though, the third act gets a little too… conventional as the subplot about catching a thief who is planning to rob the Mint leaves Hanzo little time for his sexual and violent tendencies.  Still, if you’re a fan of the original, or Katsu’s Zatoichi movies, you’re sure to find plenty to enjoy here.

AKA:  Kung-Fu Hara Kiri.  AKA:  Fangs of the Detective:  Hanzo the Razor’s Tortures from Hell.  AKA:  Razor 2:  The Snare.  AKA:  Razor Hanzo’s Torture Hell.

LEGACY OF LIES (2020) **

Legacy of Lies is the latest S.A.M.P.L.E. movie.  S.A.M.P.L.E., of course, is short for Scott Adkins Must Punch Literally Everyone.  It’s not a great sample of a S.A.M.P.L.E. movie to be sure, but there are flashes of inspiration here to showcase what makes S.A.M.P.L.E. movies one of my favorite genres.

Adkins stars as a former spy whose final mission went south and ended with him not only losing some vital files, but his wife as well.  Ten years later, he’s living off the grid with his young daughter (Honor Kneafsey) in tow, making his living by participating in underground kickboxing matches.  He’s perfectly happy, but his kid is feeling restless.  She wants a normal life, which is something he’s incapable of providing. 

This table-setter is rather strong.  The first act feels like it we’re gonna get a “Family on the Run” drama mixed with “Kickboxing Tournaments” and “Hero with a Shady Past” subplots.  The scenes of Adkins teaching his kid how to shoot are also promising as they are a bit reminiscent of The Professional.  These little moments also give Adkins an adequate opportunity to flex his acting muscles and show his growing range as a dramatic actor. 

After a solid half-hour or so, it all goes out the window as Legacy of Lies changes gears and turns into another routine “I’ve Got to Get My Hands on a MacGuffin Before My Double-Crossing Former Boss Does” movie.  It’s not exactly a bad one.  It’s just that it fails to deliver on its early promise.  The film gets increasingly tired as it goes along.  By the end, it feels more like an assemblage of clichés and recycled subplots in search of a screenplay.  If you’re skilled enough, you can string along this sort of thing and make a sturdy tapestry.  Most of the time though (as is the case here), you wind up with a patchwork quilt.  There are a handful of competent fight sequences sprinkled about, although they’re not strong enough to bump this up to a marginal recommendation.

Legacy of Lies is overlong and overstuffed, and the climax is a bit of a washout.  I did like the scenes between Kneafsey and Anna Butkevich, who plays the villainess who kidnaps her.  In most of these movies, the bad guys keep the kid locked up in a room somewhere.  The villainess in this one actually takes her out for a pedicure!  I just wish the rest of the movie had more of these little touches.

THE BEACH BUNNIES (1976) * ½

Hollywood’s biggest rumor is that the hottest movie star on the planet has gotten a sex change.  When a reporter fails to get the inside scoop, his editor Elaine (Brenda Fogarty from Fairy Tales) takes over and tries to get the story herself.  Her plan involves going undercover with her three girlfriends at the beach where the movie star is vacationing.  She then sets out to seduce him so she can get her hands on the… ahem… hard evidence. 

Directed by Stephen C. Apostolof and co-written by Ed Wood (his last credited work of his lifetime), The Beach Bunnies suffers from an ungainly plot.  The opening scene that sets everything up goes on forever, and the long scenes of Fogarty driving are equally languid.  It’s one of those tedious movies where you feel like it should be almost over, but when you check your watch, you’re horrified to learn that only twenty-five minutes have gone by. 

It’s a huge disappointment too when you consider that Apostolof and Wood had previously collaborated on such classics as Orgy of the Dead and Fugitive Girls.  In comparison, The Beach Bunnies is a major comedown in quality in just about every way.  The only exception is the sex change subplot that harkens back to Wood’s first film, Glen or Glenda.  Some of the dialogue in the early scenes is reminiscent of Wood’s better works.  However, the dialogue found in the rest of the movie is decidedly lacking his usual touch.  I don’t know if Apostolof took over the screenwriting reigns halfway into production or what.  Maybe this just wasn’t up to Wood’s usual standards.  Whatever the case, the results are a thoroughly generic, forgettable, and most of all, boring affair.  (At least there is one scene that goes from night to day and then back to night again to remind you of Wood’s presence.)

On the plus side, there is an okay amount of skin for this sort of thing.  However, Apostolof’s handling of the various nude scenes and sex sequences is downright dull.  The beachy scenes are all predictable.  There’s the standard-issue bit where the editor fakes drowning to get the attention of the movie star, but naturally winds up being rescued by the wrong man.  We also get the obligatory From Here to Eternity-style sex scene set in the crashing waves on the beach.  Unfortunately, the whole movie feels like an eternity.  As bad as the sex scenes are, they do improve somewhat as it goes along, especially whenever Apostolof ditches the plot in favor of random scenes of the bunnies getting busy.  (The highlight is the gangbang on the beach.)  However, the long boring beach luau near the end pretty much ruins whatever momentum it managed to achieve. 

At their best, both Apostolof and Wood are capable of some truly amazing work.  Even on their off day, they can still cobble together some fun (or at the very least, memorable) films.  The Beach Bunnies is a rare effort that fails on all accounts. 

AKA:  Red Hot and Sexy.  AKA:  The Sun Bunnies.

THE SEX AND VIOLENCE FAMILY HOUR (1983) * ½

The Sex and Violence Family Hour was a Canadian television special made for The Playboy Channel.  It’s an adult sketch comedy show in the vein of The Kentucky Fried Movie, and since it was on cable, they could show a little skin (although probably not as much as you would expect).  It feels like it was meant as a vehicle for Murray Langston, who was The Unknown Comic on The Gong Show.  Unfortunately, he only does one stand-up routine and spends most of his time without his trademark paper bag on his head.

This would’ve been largely forgotten if it wasn’t for the participation of a young Jim Carrey who acts as the “host” (although he appears in just as many sketches as any other cast member).  Carrey’s knack for doing impressions (he appears as Ronald Regan in one sketch), weird characters, and generally acting over the top is already evident.  It’s just that the material he’s been given isn’t funny.  Because the writing is so weak, he works overtime trying to make you laugh, which only makes it more cringe-inducing.

The wraparound segments, where a pair of prospective producers go around to various networks pitching their new TV shows is kind of similar to Movie 43.  Their shows include “Eyewitness Nudes” (a naked news show), a film noir parody called The Big Salami, a game show, and a soap opera spoof.  Whenever things completely fall apart (which is often), they just cut to a random nude dancer, which was a good idea if you ask me.  Other bits include a Benny Hill-style fast-motion chase scene, Langston doing a lounge singer act, and an S & M cocktail party.

The Unknown Comic provides the only laughs when he takes the stage at the very end.  His set isn’t very long though, and the jokes, while funny, will be familiar to his fans.  The rest of the show isn’t funny at all, but it remains an interesting relic of the early cable TV era.

BLOODFIST 2050 (2005) ** ½

Before we wrap up the last of the Bloodfist movies, here’s a review I did a while back for Bloodfist 8:  Hard Way Out:  LEGENDS OF THE SILVER SCREEN: DON “THE DRAGON” WILSON - The Video Vacuum — LiveJournal

Well, here we are at last.  We have finally come to the ninth, and so far, final entry of the Bloodfist franchise, Bloodfist 2050.  Sadly, it’s the only one without Don “The Dragon” Wilson (WKA World Kickboxing Champion).  Although Wilson did not appear, the villain of the first two movies, Joseph Mari Avellana, appears as the ring announcer during the fight scenes.

In Wilson’s place, we have Matt Mullins (Five-Time World Martial Arts Champion).  He’s no Don, but he’s serviceable enough.  Think Daniel Bernhardt meets Channing Tatum. 

Bloodfist 2050 is basically a loose remake of the first movie, just set in the post-apocalyptic future.  Instead of going to modern-day Manila to avenge his brother’s death, our hero goes to post-nuke Los Angeles in the year 2050.  There, he winds up getting mixed up in a martial arts tournament and goes toe to toe with various fighters in “The Pit”, all the while trying to find his brother’s killer. 

Although it’s kind of clunky and slipshod, I kind of admired the blend of post-nuke inspirations.  The opening scenes are a pretty good rip-off of Mad Max with a decent car chase through the desert.  (If it looks familiar, it’s because it’s from the David Carradine flick, Dune Warriors.)  Once in L.A., it turns into more of the typical Blade Runner/Escape from New York/Demolition Man type of futuristic scenario.  It’s all a mishmash, but it’s a fairly entertaining mishmash.  I mean nobody was really making these kinds of throwbacks in the mid-‘00s, so it was sort of nice seeing such an old school approach.

Luckily, whenever the plot slows down, characters congregate at a strip club, where there are a lot of striptease scenes.  The presence of Skinamax Hall of Famer Beverly Lynne (who plays the dead brother’s girlfriend) helps immensely.  Not only is she the best looking dancer of the bunch, she’s also the best actor in the whole movie.  Lynne also gets to perform several stripteases, one of which finds her covering her whole body with lotion before she rubs it in slowly and seductively. 

My favorite scene though was when she hit the stage dressed up like a naughty schoolgirl, which led me to wonder… do they still have schools after the apocalypse?  And if they did, would they still be a stickler for uniforms?  Or was her dance merely trading in on her clients’ former memories of what schoolgirls looked like before the bombs fell?  Like she was somehow giving them a comforting reminder of how things used to be.  Or am I just analyzing the ninth entry of an unrelated kickboxing franchise way too hard?

Bloodfist 2050 was the next-to-last movie directed by everyone’s favorite Pilipino filmmaker, Cirio H. Santiago.  (His final film, Water Wars was completed posthumously.)  As is the case with most of the entries in the series, the fight scenes aren’t that great.  However, what they lack in quality, they more than make up for in quantity.  Once Mullins arrives in L.A., he gets jumped by goons every five minutes or so.  After he hops into the ring, the fight scenes are equally as plentiful.  The short running time (seventy-eight minutes) doesn’t hurt either, especially when it’s heavily padded with completely gratuitous striptease sequences.  (Including one featuring stock footage of Maria Ford and Nikki Fritz.) 

The detective on the case gets the best line of the movie when he warns Mullins about a dangerous fighter:  “He’ll kick your ass before you have time to wipe it!”

AKA:  Street Fighter 2050. 

BLOODFIST 7: MANHUNT (1995) **

Bloodfist 6 found Don “The Dragon” Wilson (WKA World Kickboxing Champion) starring in a Die Hard clone.  This seventh outing is like a variation on the durable Wrong Man theme.  Wilson plays a Good Samaritan who rescues a woman (Jillian McWhirter) from some unruly bikers.  After he spends the night with her, she disappears without a trace.  When Don goes looking for her, he gets jumped by a guy, who he kills in self-defense.  Naturally, it turns out the assailant was an off-duty cop, and it’s up to Don to go on the lam to find the only woman who can possibly clear his name. 

The best of the Bloodfist movies are passable, enjoyable ways to kill eighty-six minutes.  At their worst, they are thoroughly disposable and forgettable entertainment.  Bloodfist 7:  Manhunt falls somewhere in the middle ground.  It is far from Wilson’s best work, but it is watchable.  The overly familiar plot and uninspired action sequences hold it back from being a worthwhile entry in the long-running series.  However, fans of Wilson will enjoy seeing him portraying another likeable character who is caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and so must kick a bunch of people in the face for eighty-six minutes. 

Director Jonathan (Black Scorpion) Winfrey doesn’t bring a lot of style to the proceedings.  Because of that, it sometimes feels like one of those “Action Pack” TV movies from the ‘90s.  He keeps things moving at an acceptable pace, although the thin plot often chases its tail (especially in the second act). 

Wilson delivers another fine performance.  Unfortunately, he doesn’t get a whole lot of support.  The only other name in the cast is 21 Jump Street’s Steven Williams, who plays the detective trying to bring down Wilson.  He does an OK job, but McWhirter makes for a bland love interest, and the villains are weak, which makes this Manhunt not worth tracking down.

AKA:  Man Hunt:  Bloodfist 7.  AKA:  Manhunt.

CELIA (1989) ***

Celia is a weird blend of genres, tones, and inspirations that really shouldn’t work as well as it does, but it nevertheless manages to keep you watching.  There are parts that will remind you of Monster in the Closet, Stand by Me, and To Kill a Mockingbird.  Even if it is a bit overlong and a little off kilter, it will still manage to stick with you long after you see it. 

Set in a small Australian town in the ‘50s, it centers around a nine-year-old girl named Celia (Rebecca Smart) who just lost her grandmother.  Things look up when a new family moves in next door as she will finally have some new friends to play with.  When Celia’s father (Nicholas Eadie) learns they are communists, he sets out to ruin their lives and turn the town against them.  Celia eventually joins forces with her newfound friends to turn the tables on her father. 

While Celia doesn’t sound overtly horrific, it is still an unsettling little picture.  The early scenes where she imagines monsters at her bedroom window sort of preclude the real-life horror that is to come.  Sometimes the monsters aren’t under your bed.  Sometimes you’re related to them.  There’s nothing that I would actually call “scary” here, but the scene where the hateful schoolchildren torment Celia’s pet bunny is effective and disturbing. 

Any coming-of-age movie that combines monsters, the Red Scare, anti-rabbit sentiment, and voodoo ceremonies was going to be a bit uneven.  Even when the pacing is dawdling, Celia will be rewarding to patient viewers if they stick with it.  It’s further proof that Ozploitation flicks are a good source of offbeat thrills that you just don’t find in an American picture. 

We had this at the video store I worked at in the early ‘00s.  I never watched it because the awful video box made it look like some sort of cheap knockoff of The Bad Seed.  While there is some of that movie’s DNA in Celia, it has a personality all its own.  I’m kicking myself for not checking it out sooner.

AKA:  Celia:  Child of Terror.