arutha10002 I have seen "Manos Hands of Fate" and "Lazerblast" and just about every MST3K lampooned movie. This is the worst one. The main character (the Paper Chase guy, Ginty) can't act. When he isn't mumbling, he's just wooden and emotionless. The actions of the characters don't make any sense. Seriously, MST3k makes bad movies into funny-bad, but they couldn't save this one. His "supersonic motorcycle" isn't much better than a regular cycle and certainly doesn't go that fast. And the apocalyptic world he lives in looks no different than our world today (trees and grass and all that good stuff). I couldn't even laugh at the badness because it looked like the creators tried to make this one bad.

Woodyanders Here we go again: A devastating nuclear war destroys civilization as we known it. In the wake of the holocaust an evil empire called the Omega Force takes power. It's up to cynical and apathetic maverick loner anti-hero the Rider (flatly played by a visibly bored Robert Ginty) to help a group of peaceful folks overthrow cruel despot Prossor (a typically nasty Donald Pleasence). Writer/director David Worth whips up one doozy of an amusingly awful dud: we've got poky pacing, ineptly stage action scenes, tin-eared dialogue, and extremely clumsy use of strenuous slow motion. Ginty makes for a singularly charmless and underwhelming protagonist. The supporting cast doesn't fare much better: the gorgeous Persis Khambatta as the feisty Nastasia, Harrison Muller as the kindly McWayne, Fred Williamson in one of his standard macho dude roles, and Janna Ryan (Chocolate in "Rats: Night of Terror") as a ferocious Amazon babe Ginty fights with. Giancarlo Ferrando's garish cinematography, the hideously tacky 80's punk clothes, make-up and hairstyles, and Daniele Patucchi's cheesy blaring synthesizer score add considerably to the plentiful unintentional hilarity. Better still, Ginty comes equipped with a funky motorcycle that even has a wisecracking talking computer that's just like the car in "Knight Rider;" this supremely annoying comic relief character speaks in an irritating high-pitched squeaky voice and says such choice crummy lines as "bad mothers," "whoopee," "bite this," and "giddy up." Other sidesplitting highlights include a cave full of grotesquely disfigured mutants, a draggy S&M nightclub act, and Ginty vigorously mixing it up with a bunch of rowdy brutes. A total riot.

HaemovoreRex The Exterminator himself, Robert Ginty stars in this so-so Mad Max inspired yarn as a mumbling, selfish hard arse who rides around a post apocalyptic world on a souped up, talking motorbike whilst intermittently having various tussles with a number of different tribal gangs who dwell in this (suprisingly lush, green and pleasant looking) new land. In addition, our man also finds himself up against a Nazi like regime headed by B-movie fave Donald Plesence and his 'Mega Weapon' (in reality a black painted tipper truck!)Obviously filmed on the cheap with less than spectacular action sequences, poor fx and some pretty dire acting throughout, the film does nonetheless provide some mild amusement for its running time if you approach it in the correct frame of mind i.e. don't expect much from it!Certainly one of the lesser efforts in the post nuke/road warrior genre it is still probably worth at least one watch if only for a bit of a giggle (and for some light nostalgia) at just what filmmakers could get away with releasing back in the early 80's. Having said this, I would admittedly still take this film any day over much of the high gloss/low substance crap that Hollywood churns out en masse nowadays!One final note: If you thought that Johnny no.5 from the Short Circuit films was bloody infuriating then just wait until you see the talking bike in this.....suffice to say, it induced in me a curious, almost uncontrollable urge to batter the hell out of it with a sledge hammer!

editguy Elegantly, wonderfully, deliciously bad. The only way to truly appreciate this cinematic train wreck is to watch the MST3K version (less than a minute into the opening credits, Tom Servo asks, "Is it too late to kill myself?") Robert Ginty mumbles and grumbles his "dialog", Donald Pleasance reprises his many roles as the androgenous bad-ass, and a supporting cast of extras resembling Jimmy Carter, Saddam, Bluto, and Mimi keep things moving. One of the many films that makes an inexact science of ballistics -- no one with a gun can manage to even nick another character with a shot, even at point-blank range. Worth seeing, if only to watch in sadistic delight as "Megaweapon" runs over Einstein, the squeaky-voiced, talking motorcycle.