Ah, Thanksgiving – that venerated holiday when our nation celebrates
manifest destiny, the overindulgence in turkey* (or Tofurky, if you swing that
way), and terrible movies. Submitted for your disapproval are the following
cinematic leftovers for your indigestion. I’ve conveniently parsed them into
three categories: “So Bad They’re Good” (the cream of the crap), “Could’ve Been
Good” (movies that had potential, but failed), and “Just Plain Bad” (so bad,
they’re bad). You’ve been warned…
* Random useless fact: Did you know that a group of turkeys
is called a rafter?
So Bad They’re Good:
Gymkata (1985)
U.S. Olympic gymnast Kurt Thomas stars as Jonathan Cabot, a gymnast (surprise!)
hired by the government to infiltrate the mysterious country of Parmistan, and
help pave the way for the installation of an early warning system vital to
security. The plot, which rips off The
Most Dangerous Game, concerns a barbaric competition where Cabot must run
for his life. After working with Bruce Lee in Enter the Dragon, director Robert Clouse probably hoped to capture
lightning in a bottle once more, but only proves that Thomas is no Lee. The
goofy mix of gymnastics and karate seems impossibly cumbersome and contrived,
and Thomas, with his wooden acting, is devoid of charisma. Gymkata is full of unintentionally hilarious moments that make
viewing worthwhile, as in one scene when Cabot conveniently finds a bar to
swing on (watch for his chalk-covered hands) after being chased down an alley, or
when he discovers a thinly disguised pommel horse in the middle of a village
square. Unbelievable.
Rating: **½. Available on DVD
Showgirls (1995) After
the career highs of Robocop and Total Recall, Dutch filmmaker Paul
Verhoeven went on to direct this glittery turd. Joe Eszterhas’ tone deaf script
aims to make some sort of statement about the pursuit of fame, but fails
miserably. The ham-handed dialogue only demonstrates that he has no idea how real
people speak, and his superficial treatment of the seamy underbelly of Las
Vegas seems to suggest that the full extent of his research was to watch some
pole dancing.
Showgirls follows
the exploits of Nomi Malone (Elizabeth Berkley), a girl with a shady past who
will stop at nothing to fulfill her dreams of becoming a Las Vegas dancer in a
schmaltzy production. Although the filmmakers likely intended her to have an
edge, as a protagonist she’s unlikeable and irritating. Besides being disproportionately
defensive and combative with every character she encounters, she’s completely
obtuse, especially when she’s manipulated by sleazy talent director Zack Carey
(Kyle MacLachlan). Leaving Las Vegas was a better advertisement for the city that
never sleeps than this flick.
Rating: **½. Available on Blu-ray and DVD
Street Fighter (1994)
There’s not much in the way of street fighting going on in writer/director Steven
E. de Souza’s movie, based on the video game with the same title. Jean-Claude Van Damme stars as Colonel Guile,
leader of an international anti-terrorist force, tasked with bringing super
criminal Bison (Raul Julia) to justice. The real attraction in this ridiculous
film is Julia (in his final movie appearance), who seemed to enjoy himself in
spite of the material, and takes every opportunity to ham things up. His
cartoonish lair includes a “hostage pit,” where his victims are conveniently
stored for later rescue. The filmmakers seem to actively apologize to the
audience at one point when a character comments “I can’t watch this,” while his
comrade is being tortured. Indeed.
Rating: *½ (**** for Julia’s performance). Available on Blu-ray and DVD
Could’ve Been Good:
Robocop 3 (1993) Director
Fred Dekker (Night of the Creeps and The Monster Squad) took a step in the
wrong direction with this misguided third installment in the Robocop series. Evil corporation OCP is
taken over by stereotypical Japanese businessmen, and takes steps to rid old
Detroit of its working class residents. Some of the displaced urban dwellers
won’t leave without a fight, however. Robocop (this time played by Robert
Burke) teams up with a plucky little computer whiz kid (Remy Ryan) to help militant
city residents combat the OCP menace. Robocop
3 unceremoniously kills off a beloved character from the series, and
features goofy battles with sword-wielding androids. The coup de grĂ¢ce for this
misfire occurs when Robocop straps on a jet pack (depicted with unconvincing
flying effects) to fight the bad guys. If nothing else, the film moves along at
a decent clip. While it’s not as awful as I expected, it’s not particularly good
either. Someone should have pulled the plug on this half-baked sequel before it
ever got the green light.
Rating: **. Available on DVD and Netflix Streaming
Masters of the
Universe (1987) I was a bit too old to appreciate the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe cartoon, or the Hasbro toys
that spawned the beloved franchise, so I probably wasn’t the target audience
for the eventual live action film. Instead of starting from scratch, the
filmmakers seemed to assume we already knew who the characters were and what
the hell was going on. As a result, we never learn much about the origins of
He-Man (Dolph Lundgren), Skeletor (Frank Langella), or anyone else. As the main
character, Lundgren demonstrates about as much range and expressiveness as his
plastic counterpart. Billy Barty appears as the diminutive, loathsome Gwildor,
who provides dubious comic relief to the proceedings. Instead of taking place
on another planet, most of the action for this wannabe epic is confined to a
small (mostly deserted) town in the middle of nowhere, where a battle ensues
for a glowy cosmic key. In a move that prefigured the current crop of Marvel
Comics flicks, the filmmakers inserted a scene in the end credits,
optimistically hinting at future installments. A defeated Skeletor proclaims,
“I’ll be back.” Fortunately for everyone, he proved to be wrong.
Rating: **. Available on DVD
Just Plain Bad:
ThanksKilling
(2009) I can appreciate what director/co-writer Jordan Downey managed to do
with a microscopic budget, but this comedy/horror flick hurt. Even with a
running time of 70 minutes, this story about the legend of a murderous turkey seems
overlong. Some college buddies (who have the relationship dynamics of high
school kids) go on a camping trip, and are terrorized by a rubber turkey
puppet. The humor consistently falls flat (the same lame joke is used three
times), and the leads are aggressively unlikeable. ThanksKilling reminds us
that the best bad movies are unintentional. Watching this film only makes me
pine for the painstakingly crafted ineptitude of an Ed Wood film. When it comes
to this movie, you won’t be asking for seconds.
Rating: *½. Available on DVD and Hulu Plus
Mortal Kombat
(1995) Hack director extraordinaire Paul W.S. Anderson’s (Resident Evil) interpretation of the eponymous popular video game
franchise won’t please fans with its PG-13 violence, nor will it please aficionados
of martial arts flicks. With quick cuts and poorly staged fights, it’s tough to
tell what’s going on most of the time. This shoddily executed action movie also
features unconvincing computer-generated effects (the lizard-like character
Reptile resembles the GEICO gecko), and a repetitive techno/dance ditty,
punctuated by the battle cry “Mortal Kombat!” to remind you of the title, in
case you forgot. The forgettable cast is led by the very Caucasian actor
Christopher Lambert, playing the mystic Asian fighter Rayden. Shameful.
Rating: *½. Available on Blu-ray and DVD