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Friday, April 27, 2007

Enter the Eagles

1998, Hong Kong. Starring Shannon Lee, Michael Wong, Anita Yuen, Jordan Chan, Benny Urquidez, J.J. Perry. Directed by Cory Yuen Kwai.

Benny Urquidez vs. Shannon Lee? Sign me up!

This is one of those DVDs that has been sitting around on my shelves for years, and it's always on that list of "things I should just sit down and watch this week but then they never get watched." Well, now that I've finally gotten around to it, my initial impression is that I shouldn't have let it sit around for so long, but in a way I'm glad I did.

I shouldn't have let it sit around for so long because it was pretty fun; and I'm glad I let it sit around for so long, because watching it now, so long after the fact, it was like a visit from an old friend, provided that friend is "the way they used to make Hong Kong action films in the 80s and early 90s." No CGI (well, no CGI fights), minimal wirework, actors who are better fighters than they are actors -- man, I miss this stuff.

Oh yeah, and Shannon Lee fights Benny Urquidez. In an exploding blimp.


But let's begin at the beginning, or at least what will pass as the beginning for our purposes here. First of all, this movie has a pretty impressive Hong Kong action pedigree. Director Cory Yuen was one of the "Seven Little Fortunes," the group of Peking Opera students that included, among others, Jackie Chan, Sammo Hung, Yuen Biao, and Yuen Wah. I'm going to assume that readers of Teleport City know who these guys are. If you don't know, then you best turn your computer off and go watch Project A, Dragons Forever, Young Master, Prodigal Boxer, and Eastern Condors. We'll still be here when you get back. Cory Yuen proved himself an able enough actor in supporting roles, but it was behind the camera, as director, that Yuen really found his calling. Although he doesn't have what you might call a recognizable style of direction, what he does do is put the camera in the right place and let the actors do their thing. Few directors were able to shoot the breakneck style of 80s action they way Cory Yuen could.

His first martial arts directing job in 1982 with Tower of the Death, retitled Game of Death II and turned into an even more outrageously shameless Bruce Lee exploitation film than the first Game of Death. What gets lost beneath all the Bruce Lee exploitation, however, is the fact that Tower of Death is actually pretty damn good. If you disconnect it from the clones of Bruce Lee movies that plagued the 70s and 80s, then you can appreciate the film for its own merits, which are considerable. From there, Yuen went on to direct a string of what are considered some of the very best and defining Hong Kong action films of the 1980s, including Ninja in the Dragon's Den, Yes Madam, Righting Wrongs, Dragons Forever, Blonde Fury, and She Shoots Straight. From the very first, Yuen's talent really seemed to be for bringing out the very best in female fighters. Michelle Yeoh, Cynthia Rothrock, and Joyce Godenzi were all at the very top of their game under Yuen's solid guidance.

At the same time, he became one of the very first of the big names to attempt with some success to cross over into the American market. No Retreat, No Surrender may not be a great film, but it was a well-known movie that pretty much everyone rented at some point. It's most notable, of course, for introducing the world to Jean Claude Van Damme. I know, I know...his big screen debut was actually as the knee-squeezing gay kickboxer with a keen sportscar in Forever Monaco, or as the dayglo spandex wearing dancer on the beach in Breakin', but No Retreat No Surrender is the first time Van Damme got to sell himself as some sort of a martial arts bad-ass, albeit a Russian one.


In the 1990s, Yuen made the switch from straight-forward action to the wire-laden fantasy kungfu that became so popular during that decade, and while many fans lamented the passing of the 80s style of stunt-heavy, wire-free insanity, Yuen never the less continued to crank out a string of mega-hits, starting with the two Savior of the Soul films but really kicking into high gear once he teamed with the 1990s ruler of the martial world, Jet Li. Cory Yuen directed Li in a slew of fan favorites, including two Fong Sai-yuk films, Bodyguard from Beijing (which I thought was awful), New Legend of Shaolin (Jet Li does a kungfu version of Lone Wolf and Cub), and My Father is a Hero (featuring the infamous "tie my kid to a rope and use him like a kungfu yo-yo" scene). It was round about that time, unfortunately, that the bottom fell out of the Hong Kong movie industry. Action films were hit especially hard. They quickly fell out of style, and most of the beloved stars of the 80s and 90s were too old or just too beat up to sustain that style of film making. In addition, a number of the most beloved female stars of the action genre either retired or left Hong Kong to pursue film making elsewhere. And suddenly Hong Kong realized that there were no new Jackie Chans or Michelle Yeohs waiting in the wings, no matter how hard they tried to convince us that Stephen Fung and Nicolas Tse were awesome. Things just weren't the same.

But Yuen soldiered on, and the less he could depend on his actors for solid martial arts action, the more he depended on special effects. 1998's Enter the Eagles would be the last film he'd make (for a while, anyway) featuring a cast of able fighters relying on their own skills and the time-tested 80s style of action filmmaking. A couple years later, he would make the special effects laden flop Avenging Fist, originally meant to be a Tekken (some fighting video game) film until someone realized they forgot to actually buy the rights to make a Tekken film. After that, Yuen once again found cross-over success in America with The Transporter, starring Jason Statham, then returned to Hong Kong to resurrect the moribund "Girls with Guns" genre so popular in the 90s. The result was So Close, and while it's hardly Yes Madam or Righting Wrongs in terms of the quality of legitimate kungfu choreography, it's still a damn fun film.


And since he apparently learned nothing from Avenging Fist, Yuen tried his hand a video-game adaptation movie again in 2006, this time with the American film DOA. But we'll talk about that one soon enough.

If Enter the Eagles is Yuen's old school swan song (and that's only if you consider the 1990s old school, which they really aren't), then at least he aligned a proper set of players for the going away party. Anita Yuen was one of the most ubiquitous faces in 1990s Hong Kong cinema, though that industry's flavor of the week attitude with many of its female stars meant that she went from A-list megastar to B-list mainstay pretty quickly. But she cut her teeth in dramas like Cie La Vie, Mon Cherie, and comedies like Tsui Hark's Chinese Feast and Stephen Chow's Bond film send-up From Beijing with Love, as well as showing up to do nothing in the Jackie Chan film Thunderbolt. By 1998, she wasn't exactly in demand, but western fans of HK films still adored her, and I was certainly happy to see her back in action, even if she's not exactly believable as an action star (she looks to weigh all of 80 pounds). What she lacks in action cred, though, she certainly makes up for in genuine acting ability.


And then there is Jordan Chan, one of the most promising young stars of the latter half of the 1990s, part of what I like to call the Hong Kong Triad Brat Pack -- that group of young actors who all made names for themselves starring in Young and Dangerous movies. Those films were the bane of my existence when they first came out, largely because it seems like a new one came out every other week, and all of a sudden all anyone was making was "young triad dude" movies. I actually quite like most of them now, and even when I didn't, I liked Jordan Chan. He was a good actor and he had genuine charisma, unlike Triad Brat Pack compatriot Ekin Cheng, who had great hair but not much else. I don't think Chan's ever gotten material that was up to his ability, but I've never the less enjoyed a lot of his movies, including several that no one else seems to enjoy (like Downtown Torpedoes, which is marginally less plausible a story than Enter the Eagles).

Both Yuen and Chan deliver pretty much all their dialog in Cantonese, allowing for them to escape the awkwardness of having to perform in a language they don't understand. Of course, this means that people speak Cantonese to English speakers, and vice versa, without any indication that they are speaking different languages. Sort of like how Han Solo can understand Wookie, and Chewbacca can understand English, but you never hear Han speaking Wookie or Chewbacca speaking English.


But Anita and Jordan are only the supporting players here. It became increasingly popular through the late 1990s to "internationalize" Hong Kong action films, most likely because the market for action films was so awful in Hong Kong, but interest in the films was still on the rise in the United States as guys like John Woo and Yuen Wo-ping (no relation to either Cory Yuen or Anita Yuen, who also are not related to one another. Cory Yuen's real last name isn't even Yuen) crossed over into quasi-mainstream recognition (meaning that anyone who paid close attention to movies knew about them, as opposed to just anyone who paid close attention to Hong Kong movies). Unfortunately for Hong Kong, their attempts to internationalize their action films involved two steps: 1) hire a guy who speaks some English to write a bunch of English dialog for the movie, and 2) hire some no-name Caucasian actors to deliver the dialog, or make your Hong Kong cast do phonetic memorization. The end results are, at their best, laughable. The bad writing and amateurish delivery actually did more to keep films from achieving cross-over success. The Caucasian actors were really bad, and many times what passes for understandable sounding English dialog from and to non-English speakers is nearly unintelligible to native English speakers.

Ringo Lam's Undeclared War was one of the very early efforts using this model, but that was too early. The first real international efforts came in the form of films all having to do with Jackie Chan: Rumble in the Bronx, Who Am I (both starring Chan), First Strike, Mr. Nice Guy, and the Chan produced Gen-Y Cops. Rumble achieved a decent degree of success, thanks to a domestic theatrical release and some good stunt work, but the film was never taken seriously (and doesn't really deserve to be) thanks to the horrible acting from the Caucasian cast, the completely ludicrous portrayal of Bronx street gangs (they are multi-racial, ride around in dune buggies covered with Christmas lights, and live in giant warehouses filled with pinball machines and refrigerators), and the fact that they try to pass Vancouver off as New York City, even though you can see the Rocky Mountains int he background. It was good enough for other markets, but the film's targeted American audience just didn't buy it.


Similarly, First Strike and subsequent stabs by Chan at Hong Kong produced international hits, like Mr. Nice Guy and Who Am I, failed to garner much of an audience (though I personally like them a lot) because the English dialog and English acting is so bad. when a non-native speaker like Jackie Chan is still your best English-language actor in a film, you're chances of being anything but smirked at by English-speaking audiences is pretty small. Chan wouldn't really achieve American super-stardom until he stopped trying to make cross-over films and just made American films like Rush Hour and Shanghai Noon.

The results of Hong Kong attempts to internationalize through sticking more English in their films were, as stated, as bad as you would expect. In the case of the writers, none of them were native English speakers, and their command of the nuances of language one needs to write a script in that language was simply not up to the task. Thus you get a lot of really weird, awkward dialog that uses English words and approximates English without actually being English. People say really stupid things in ways no actual English speaker would say them. Making matters worse was the fact that the Caucasian actors the film hired were, by and large, dreadful. From time to time, they would score an actual B-movie actor (Mark Dacascos, Coolio), but their delivery of the awkward dialog is just as bad. I often wondered why these native English speakers, even if they were bad actors, didn't correct the dialog as they went, but I've since learned that many of them tried, only to draw the ire of writers and directors insisting that they quit deviating from the way things had been written.


Similarly, Hong Kong started turning to the increasing number of foreign-born Chinese actors looking to make it in the Hong Kong film industry (Daniel Wu, Maggie Q, et cetera). Some of them were awful actors, and some of them were good, and some of them started out bad and got better (like Wu). Most had the benefit of being able to deliver dialog in either Cantonese or English with ease, but that still didn't help the scripts any, and the result was that even the good films weren't taken seriously as they undercut themselves with such weird, artificial dialog.

But there were still a lot of them being made in this fashion, and if you can roll with the short-comings of the scripts, a lot of the films are pretty good, or if not good, at least enjoyable,a dnt hat's always been far more important to me. Enter the Eagles, for examples, suffers all these woes, but the movie itself remains stupidly enjoyable. In this case, the Caucasian actors include a bunch of stuntmen who are really awful actors, Shannon Lee (daughter of Bruce), Benny Urquidez, and Michael Wong.


Now Shannon Lee is the film's main attraction, but in discussing the cast I'm going to start with Michael Wong. I love Michael Wong. I think I may have said it somewhere else before, but if any actor in the world was going to be the spokesmen for and embodiment of Teleport City, it's Michael Wong. This guy has been making movies -- lots of movies -- for decades now. And he is still an awful actor, as bad as he was the first time he ever appeared on screen. He works hard at his craft; he just doesn't get any better. Which is sort of how Teleport City is. We work hard, we really do put some effort into this thing, but after nearly a decade of doing it, I'm not really any better at it than I was when I first started, and despite how many people may read this site, we remain relatively respect-free. We rarely get screeners or comp review copies (in fact, in almost ten years, we've gotten four, two of which were awful "day in the life of a serial killer" shot on video stinkers); we don't get invited to attend or speak at premieres, festivals, or conventions; we don't get book deals; we don't get quoted on DVD covers or asked to write liner notes. We remain and probably always will be the Michael Wong of movie websites. But then, Michael Wong got to have a naked Ellen Chan grinding up and down on him, and we've yet to achieve that, so we're actually one below Michael Wong.

Suffice it to say that I think hanging out with Michael Wong would be cool. He probably has a ton of great stories, and even though I have repeatedly said he's not a very good actor, I still like him and I like a lot of the movies he's done. If I could hang out with any veteran of the Hong Kong movie scene, it would be Michael Wong. You might assume it would be Maggie Cheung, but as much as I might crush on her, it'd be way too nerve-wracking. With Michael, I could just sit back, drink some beers, smoke a cigar, and let him tell stories about all the crazy shit he's seen and endured over his years making movies. And while Wong isn't who you think of when you think of Hong Kong veterans, he still is a Hong Kong veteran and an early pioneer at speaking English when everyone expects the cast to be speaking Chinese.

Accompanying Wong and lending even more old-school cred to the movie is Benny "The Jet" Urquidez, a welcome face from the glory days of Hong Kong action cinema. Urquidez, who was famous for being an incredible fighter and being one of the creepiest looking gwailo in Hong Kong films (often described as a horrifying amalgamation of Ozzy Osbourne and Christian Slater), was recruited to match up with Jackie Chan in two of the best action films of the 80s -- Dragons Forever and Wheels on Meals (another early attempt from jackie Chan to internationalize his films), both also starring Yuen Biao and Sammo Hung. The fights in these two movies between Chan and Urquidez are often named by fight film aficionados as two of the best scenes ever filmed.


Like many of the Western fighters who made names for themselves in Hong Kong -- Richard Norton and Cynthia Rothrock being the two most notable -- Urquidez was never able to extend his career to much success in the West, where the directors just didn't know how to direct him the way Sammo Hung or Cory Yuen did. He found pretty steady work as a choreographer, though. It's been years since I last saw Urquidez in front of the camera, and having him pop up in Enter the Eagles as the main heavy is a welcome return for an old, scary face.

And finally there's Shannon Lee. Her film career, spotty and minimal though it may be, became the source of a fair amount of controversy among people prone to generating controversy over Shannon Lee, with many claiming that she only got parts because she was Bruce Lee's daughter. I'm sure being the daughter of the Dragon and the sister of Bandon helped open doors, as did the fact that she's pretty cute, but once she was through the door, it was up to her to live or die by her own merits. Criticism that she didn't have any real fighting skill is patently ridiculous. Neither did many of the people who became kungfu stars. Michelle Yeoh was a dancer, for instance, and Joyce Godenzi was a beauty queen. What matters -- all that matters -- is what Shannon Lee did once she got the part, and what she did was try really damn hard. Although the era of "no stunt doubles" was a thing of the past by the 1990s, Lee still did most of her own fighting and stuntwork, being doubled only for the especially acrobatic and flip-heavy shots. She worked out extensively with Urquidez, and busted her ass to learn the moves she'd need to appear as a credible force on-screen.

And she does well. She looks natural and comfortable in the action scenes and moves fast and gracefully while never lackign the illusion of power behind her punches and kicks. She is helped along both by her training with Uriquidez and by Cory Yuen's panache for shooting and editing non-fighters to look like believable on-screen bad-asses (and somehow make fights comprised mostly of posing still seem fast-paced and action-packed). Her acting is stilted, thanks in equal parts to inexperience and bad dialog, but she has a natural on-screen charisma that is far more reminiscent of her dad than any of the half-witted calls for her to actually mimic her dad (which include making "Bruce Lee face" while ripping a guy's hair out and blowing it in his face). I was able to buy her immediately as a smirking, kungfu powered assassin.


The rest of the Caucasian cast is comprised of guys whose names you won't know unless you know a lot of stuntmen and fight choreographers. Thisis because most of them are stuntmen and fight choreographers, and while that means they know how to handle themselves in the action scenes, the film is perhaps ill advised to have given them so much dialog.

Somewhere amid all this is a plot, though to be honest, the less attention you pay to that plot, the more you will enjoy this movie.

What we have here is a heist film in which two groups of thieves -- Michael Wong's highly trained group, and the rag-tag duo of Jordan Chan and Anita Yuen -- are after the same diamond. Wong wants to sell it to Urquidez, who in turn will fence it to a really white looking sheik in a fake mustache and goatee. Chan and Yuen want to steal it to show up Wong, who snubbed them when they somehow magically figured out what Wong was planning and how they could find him. Obviously, things go horribly awry, allowing for the film to dispense with plot and go hog wild with outrageous action scenes.


To say the film isn't entirely believable is a gross understatement. Nothing presented in this movie is the least bit plausible, from the ridiculous schemes to steal the diamond to the extended shoot-out and rescue set in a police station (where, among other things, Michael Wong stymies an entire platoon of well-armed riot cops by throwing a potted plant at them), to the finale in an out-of-control luxury blimp (!), but then, Cory Yuen and Hong Kong action films have never been the place to go for solid scripting and plausible events. The heist in particular seems ridiculously easy, and I wish that action films all over the world featuring a heist would stop relying on the hoary old cliche of having the security be a bunch of goof-offs who fall asleep or get distracted by soccer games on television, or just don't make the most basic and obvious of logical connections. For instance, if you are guarding the world's most expensive diamond, and the alarm starts going haywire at the exact same moment there's a mysterious car wreck outside, with a couple of doctors appearing out of nowhere, the most obvious course of action is probably not to disable all the alarms around the diamond then have everyone run outside to stand around.

One would also think that, if a thief is caught in the diamond enclosure during the heist, then his claim that "those other people took the diamond" wouldn't be accepted at face value, and that you might, at the very least, search him. But then, you'd also think there's not many places you can hide a giant diamond when you're wearing a skintight cat burglar outfit. Or that the police, upon arresting you, might make you put on different clothes and thus find the diamond even if they didn't bother to search you for it. But none of that happens here, allowing the film to segue into a completely outrageous and even less believable rescue from the police department, which begins with no one noticing an unauthorized helicopter landing on the roof of the police station and disgorging a lot of heavily armed people in tough looking black combat gear.

Unfettered by the mooring lines of logic, Yuen allows Enter the Eagles to soar like the out-of-control luxury blimp that will serve as the location for the finale. Shannon Lee gets to beat the crap out of a lot of people and pose with guns (sometimes, unfortunately, held sideways, because that's what people did in the 90s), and there are tons of shoot-outs, including the aforementioned police station setpiece, which ends up being a near thirty-minute long over-the-top action blow-out that includes tons of shooting, kungfu, car chases, people being dragged around on metal ladders dangling from helicopters, and lots of stuff blowing up before our heroes finally make their escape on, of all things, a slow-moving public trolley, where no one seems concerned about the group of heavily armed and bleeding people who just clambered on then got off a stop later without the cops noticing they're carrying guns and wearing body armor. But whatever, the whole sequence is pretty great, and I've certainly enjoyed even less plausible scenarios.

The movie attempts to outdo itself during the finale in the blimp, in which Shannon Lee and Benny Urquidez get to shine and steal the show as they engage in a lengthy fight throughout the blimp as it explodes and falls apart around them. It's not Jackie Chan vs. Urquidez, but it's a damn good fight scene. Somewhere in the maelstrom, Michael Wong smokes cigars and punches people, and Anita Yuen hangs upside down and shoots machine guns. She's not the least bit believable as someone who could beat someone else up, but Yuen seems to recognize this, and so instead has the scrawny gal just blow the crap out of anything that moves. When she does engage in fisticuffs, it's with an opponent she obviously couldn't beat, and so after having her thrown around a little, the movie just sort of wanders off and pretends the whole thing isn't happening, returning to it every now and then to show her still going toe-to-toe with the guy despite the fact that there's no way it could have lasted that long.


The final result is a pretty fun action film, even if it's a "bad" film. The dialog is silly and poorly delivered by just about everyone, and people trade lines in Cantonese and English as if they were the same language. But Anita Yuen and Jordan Chan are both good actors (although Jordan is underused here), and Wong and Lee are bad actors with a lot of charisma that compensates for their short-comings. And Benny the Jet is Benny the Jet, looking creepy as ever but obviously having a lot of fun with one of the meatier villain roles he's ever gotten (previously, he never had more than a line or two of dialog). Cory Yuen's direction is crisp and keeps the movie moving along at a fast pace, which makes the obvious weakness of the script easier to ignore. Shot in and around Prague, the film manages to achieve that international feel location-wise, and Yuen never misses an opportunity to indulge in a little sight-seeing. Although the film is shot on the typical cheap Hong Kong budget, it achieves the look and feel of a much more expensive film.

The action is largely CGI-free, though the movie does throw in some pretty lame looking CGI explosions. The fights belong to Shannon and Benny, with Michael standing on the sidelines waiting to cold-cock someone if they need it. He's never been a kungfu star, so his action is largely relegated to shoot-outs and a couple straight-up fist fights, which he has always handled well. I think Shannon Lee proves she has the stuff it takes to be a legitimate action star. She can always improve her acting (unless Michael Wong is her teacher, I guess). With the right director and an on-set mentor like Urquidez, she easily rises to the level of many of the best fighting femmes. I'd love to see more of her in films like this.

So yeah -- Enter the Eagles. There are no eagles in it, and the acting and writing are nothing to highlight in your acting or writing class, but the cast is fun, the action is plentiful, and everything moves along nicely. I had a lot of fun watching it, and in the end, that's really all that ever matters to me.

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Friday, April 20, 2007

Solar Adventure

DIGG THIS ARTICLE. Korea/Austraila. Honestly, I have no idea. Joseph Lai produced it though, and do you really need to know anything more?

Not too long ago, I was sitting on a couch with our friends from the Ninja Consultant podcast, watching the final few minutes of the Mithun Chakraborty Bollywood ninja epic Commando, when Ninja Consultant Erin said that she couldn't believe that, given all the great and important films she still needs to see, she couldn't believe that she watched Commando instead of one of them. Of course, like me, I'm sure you can all see the logical fallacy in her lament: Commando is one of the great and important films in the history of cinema.

But still, I understood her point, even if I didn't empathize with it, and tried to make up for making her watch Commando by loaning her Disco Dancer and going, "Here, I swear this one is good." Surprisingly, both she and Noah still consider me a friend, even though this now means I am responsible for them having seen Commando and Disco Dancer (presuming they watch it), AND the first thing I ever did when I met them was give them an extra copy of Space Thunder Kids. As I have never made that many friends in New York City, I am eternally grateful for their continued willingness to be seen with me despite the horrible, horrible things I've done to them and will no doubt continue to do in the future.


I tell you this story primarily to echo Erin's sentiments regarding the time well spent watching Commando (if she feels bad, think about this -- I've seen Commando four times now). In the whole wide world of cinema, I could have followed up watching Space Thunder Kids by watching something really respectable and worthwhile. Even within the genres I love, there are still so many films I haven't seen, especially among the old noir titles. But instead of watching In a Lonely Place or Out of the Past, instead of watching any number of great films, I quietly took the Space Thunder Kids DVD out of my player and immediately inserted Solar Adventure, another Korean cartoon spawned by the same batch of animation commissioned by some Australian company and produced by Hong Kong cheapskate crap film mogul Joseph Lai. The difference, however, between Erin and I is that while she seemed to genuinely regret the short-changing of artistic merit that occurred that night, I went blissfully forward into Solar Adventure without any notion that anything was the slightest bit wrong with my decision. Similar cavalier attitudes flown brazenly in the face of common sense have also resulted in things like me staying in a hotel room with a hole cut in the floor leading to a stucco bucket I was meant to use as a toilet.


Solar Adventure certainly isn't a hotel room with a hole cut in the floor leading to a stucco bucket I was meant to use as a toilet, but it is perhaps somewhat similar to what you might expect to find as the contents of such a stucco bucket. But if Solar Adventure is largely a bucket full of piss, crap, used condoms, and cigarette butts (and I fully expect "Solar Adventure is largely a bucket full of piss, crap, used condoms, and cigarette butts" to be a critics' blurb appearing on the next release of this film), then it's lucky that I have a very high tolerance for such things so long as they are not being rubbed into my hair. And while Space Thunder Kids may set the bar for incompetent glory so fabulously high that it becomes nigh unattainable, Solar Adventure is no slouch in the incompetence field, seeing as how Joseph Lai took his cut and paste style of filmmaking to the next level.

As discussed in the Space Thunder Kids review, Lai was the impresario behind a string of movies created by splicing a couple of other movies together more or less at random, inserting some footage of white guys pretending to be ninjas, and calling it a new film. Along with Thomas Tang and Godfrey Ho, Lai created dozens of films out of a mere few, and not a single one of them made a lick of sense. When some Australian company requested a fistful of cheap cartoon filler for, I assume, some late-night or early-morning hole in the broadcast programming schedule, they tapped Lai who, in turn, hired a bunch of overworked Korean animators to crank out a couple film's worth of animation. Lai then proceeded to cut and recut that footage into a half dozen or more separate movies running about an hour in length, save for the epic Space Thunder Kids, which clocks in around 90 minutes.


A couple years ago, these cartoon features started showing up on budget DVDs at Wal-Mart, and daring anime fans mistook them for old Japanese cartoons -- which was an honest enough mistake, since the Korean animators ripped off a whole host of established icon characters of the Japanese anime industry, including giant robots like Mazinger, Raideen, The Transformers, Robotech, and Gundam, as well as space opera fixtures like Captain Harlock and Yamato. Even more confounding, Space Thunder Kids also prominently features characters and animated sets copying the ground-breaking and still under-appreciated live-action scifi-fantasy Disney film TRON.

Solar Adventure -- in which nothing happens that would have anything to do with a solar adventure, other than to say that many of the events depicted in the cartoon do indeed occur in the sunlight -- managed to remain unique in its own right among the quilt-work series of films of which it is a part, and this is because it is the only where Joseph Lai goes completely bonkers and splices together the usual assortment of animated bits (fans of Space Thunder Kids' fat general with the weird goiter blob thing on his neck will be overjoyed by his major role in Solar Adventure) but also splices in footage from a live-action, low-budget Korean action film. It's like he got confused at some point at spliced in footage meant for one of his ninja movies.


Sadly, the live-action sequences in Solar Adventure feature no ninjas, but they do feature some ugly, irritating kids and, at some point, a couple guys with machine guns. I have no idea if this footage was shot specifically for Solar Adventure or if Solar Adventure simply came about after Lai found the live-action footage lying around. It's clear one came from the other, though, because of the way the film segues from its live-action footage to the animation.

Before any of that, though, we get to enjoy a credit sequence illustrated by lots of surprisingly competent space illustrations like you'd see from visions of the future a la the 1960s. Although none of the locations depicted in these illustrations will ever be employed in the actual story of Solar Adventure, they are still quite nice and prove that at least someone involved with this project had some genuine artistic talent. They just didn't see fit to employ it in the service of Joseph Lai's fly-by-night production company.


The fun proper begins in a Korean classroom, where bored kids are learning about those evil, devious commies to the North. Although the teacher does her best to impress upon the children the gravity of this commie Sword of Damocles hanging over their respectable, hard-working country, the kids seem more interested in farting around. Actually, so does the teacher, because as soon as one of the brats stand sup and says, "Teacher, this is boring. Can we have a nature trip instead?" she immediately agrees and suddenly her a few kids from the class are hiking through the world's ugliest, weed-strewn field en route to a scummy, brackish lake where they will all be camping and sleeping piled on top of one another in a single tent. Truth be told, the grubbiness of the landscape could be the fault of the crummy film stock and lightning.

If these end up being the heroes of the film, then we're in pretty sorry shape for saviors here on planet Earth. I wasn't sure if the nerdy kid with glasses and fat, mincing nemesis were ugly little boys or ugly little girls, and it's possible they're a bit of both. Whatever the case, I really wish Asia would stop entrusting the fate of our planet and the competent operation of the world's giant robots to kids like these. Surely there must be some grizzled veteran out there who would be better suited for such tasks, leaving the children free to spend their time instructing the military on the proper handling of various Gamera-related monsters. I mean, I may have really disliked Godzilla: Final Wars, but at least they had the good sense to let their super weapon be piloted by a big, grumpy dude decked out in Joseph Stalin's old hand-me-downs.


When the group learns that there might be Communist agents prowling about the lake, they seem mildly distressed, but not so distressed that they cancel their camping trip just because a lot of guys with machine guns are wandering around. And so, after some "hilarious" hijinks involving a skinny nerdy kid and a fat nerdy kids (all these kids are pretty nerdy) they all pile in for a well-earned night's sleep, during which they'll have plenty of time to ponder the benefits of bringing more than one tent with them next time they all go camping in the field next to the ugly lake.

Or, they'd have time to contemplate that if it wasn't for the fact that a space helicopter crashes in the lake. When they hear the ruckus, the kids and their teacher emerge and suddenly, they are all cartoons! They bear vague but fair resemblance to the live-action actors, except that the teacher is a totally different person, and one of the fat kids is now a hulking, muscular he-man. The space helicopter -- and that's what it is, a helicopter that flies through space -- contains two green-skinned humanoid aliens who explain that they have come to the earth to help fight against the evil President, who even now consorts with the North Koreans to take over the planet. And for some reason, they decide to enlist the aide of this completely random bunch of dopes to help them out.


And then we cut to the President and the evil North Koreans, and hey! What do ya know! It's that green dude with the big forehead and the general with the giant neck lump, last seen loitering around during the Dark Emperor's attack on earth in Space Thunder Kids. In that movie, these boobs didn't do anything but sit around and talk about maybe launching an attack. Then the blob neck general shot the green dude and drove his tanks into a tunnel, never to be seen again. This time, they stand around in the same room, using the same animation, only with a lot more scenes of the two of them drinking martinis, which is pretty cool. If a green alien came down and said he was going to conquer Earth in between martinis, I'd roll with it.

As if going to be the case in pretty much every one of these Joseph Lai produced cartoon abominations, the only thing standing in between The President and conquest of the universe are a couple of the Earth's giant robots. At first, The President thinks he can just steal the robots and use them for his own nefarious schemes, but it turns out you need some secret emotional soul key bullshit to make them go, so The President just decides to melt them down and do something else with the metal, like make more tanks or something. The kids from the camping trip somehow get recruited to pilot the robots, because once again, there's nothing you want more as your last line of defense than giant robots piloted by ten-year-olds who spend most of their time slapping each other in the head.

I suppose, really, the kids are about an even match for The President and the goiter neck general. When last we saw these two, they never really got around to accomplishing much, and this time around, it looks like more of the same. Their whole plan for conquering the Earth seems to hinge on running around in the woods around that lake, then attacking the people who own a couple giant robots. I'm no military genius sipping martinis with my green-skinned alien accomplice, but I say launch an attack on a city somewhere, then let the robots come to you. It's gotta beat a systematic attempt to conquer the world based on the conquest of South Korea's least attractive state parks and camping grounds.


As you would expect ten-years-old to do, they leap into battle and immediately get their asses kicked, so Solar Adventure is nothing if not completely and totally realistic. Luckily, one of the kids manages to escape by hiding in a barrel that magically changes dimensions depending on what angle from which it's being drawn. He gets over to one of the robots and begins the movie's stand-out sequence, in which a gigantic metal robot sneaks silently through the North Korean military base, stopping from time to time to squash soldiers in amusing fashions. He manages to free the other children, and then some serious robot fight action breaks out, and we discover that the good guy robots can combine into a super weapon. What is the super weapon? An even bigger robot? A giant spaceship? A huge cannon? No. You're not thinking outside the box. The heroic robots combine to form a...camera.

Of course, the camera shoots a laser beam out of its lens. If you have some sort of logical problem with giant robots piloted by children, and the robots combine to form a camera, and then the one remaining robot has to press down on the shutter button -- which is the head of one of the other robots -- and that causes the camera to shoot a laser beam out of the lens (and, presumably take a photo), then maybe you just aren't open-minded enough for the non-conformist, convention-challenging avant-garde art of Solar Adventure.


Once the big robot ass kicking is delivered, the movie suddenly cuts back to the live action footage, as the kids wake up and clamber out of their tent. It was all a dream! Or was it? Whatever the case, the movie loses interest and so cuts to some footage of some dudes in camo shooting some other dudes, and then all the kids skip behind their teacher as they hike along a hilltop in the one thing that really makes this film special: a direct rip-off of the final shot of Ingmar Bergman's Seventh Seal. Now that, my friends, is Joseph Lai at his finest.

This one isn't nearly as wacky as Space Thunder Kids, but it's pretty good once it gets rolling. The live-action shenanigans go on for way too long, but once the aliens show up and robots start squishing North Koreans, things pick up. The green guy President drinks a lot of martinis in this one. In fact, in almost every scene, he's drinking a martini. And then he gets shot by the general, who betrays him again as the movie recycles that same footage we saw in Space Thunder Kids. At least this time we actually see the general's tanks get destroyed.


With a running time of right about 60 minutes, there's no real time to get overly bored once the animation kicks in, though I can see the live-action intro losing a lot of people right off the bat. But if you soldier through that, you get to watch robots squash people, then turn into a camera which shoots a death ray for no good reason. I mean, each of the three robots was already armed with assorted lasers and death rays, so changing into a camera death ray that has to be operated by the final robots means your reducing your total number of death rays form three or four to one. This is sort of like how Megatron in the Transformers was a giant robot with a huge fucking cannon on his shoulder, but he'd always transform and turn into a little gun that then had to be fired by another Transformer.


All in all, this is a more coherent movie, with more consistent animation. We don't switch crews or robots from one frame to the next, and while the dudes still don't draw humans very well (what is the deal with the teacher? I'm not even fazed by the general's weird elongated, pot-bellied, hunchbacked, goitered appearance at this point -- after all, that's what evil communists look like anyway), we still get lots of giant robot fighting action, a chase scene between two space helicopters (not exactly thrilling), and that green dude sipping martini after martini. The only real continuity error is that his martini changes colors pretty frequently, but I just assumed that's because he was finishing so many and pouring himself another one, probably because he was having a hard time looking at the horribly malformed North Korean general. Why didn't this guy pick a better earthly agent?

The robot designs this time around shirk ripping off the famous Japanese giant robots and instead focus primarily on the Transformers. Speaking of transforming, the main robot, while he doesn't change from one robot to another from shot to shot as we got from so many of the robots in Space Thunder Kids, still manages to exist as a fine example of the total lack of interest on the part of the filmmakers in anything relating to continuity. One second, he's got a little yellow "W" on his chest, and the next shot, there's a big white "W" on his chest, and then later on, there won't be any letter at all, and he'll have wings on his calves, or maybe not.


These are pretty minor, though, considering what we saw and will continue to see from other films in this outstanding series. The robots themselves look like some weird blend of Transformers, Go-Bots, and probably something out of some other cartoon I've never seen. I do know that when the heroic robots are basically Reflector, the evil Decepticon camera from The Transformers. Funny thing is, although this time he's a good guy, the camera gets to kill a whole lot more people than the evil original version. I'm sure other people better versed in assorted robot designs will spot other stolen designs.

Solar Adventure is fun. It's not Space Thunder Kids fun, but few things in this world are. As with pretty much everything in this series, it's well worth the dollar, even if for no other reason than that "sneaky robot crushes people" scene and all the shots of the evil guys sipping martinis. What crazy animated adventure will Joseph Lai have up his sleeve next? We can't say for sure, but you can bet that, between Space Thunder Kids and Solar Adventure, you've probably already seen most of it.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Space Thunder Kids

DIGG THIS ARTICLE. Korea/Austraila. Honestly, I have no idea. Joseph Lai produced it though, and do you really need to know anything more?

You know, some people would sit down with pen in hand and engage in multiple viewings of a great and respected movie, taking meticulous notes pertaining to various aspects of said film that would promote intellectual dialog amongst high-minded luminaries in the field of film criticism and analysis. I, on the other hand, did much the same thing with Space Thunder Kids, and by "high-minded" I mean low-brow, and by "meticulous notes" I mean drunken ranting, and by "pen" I mean bourbon.


Trust me, a bottle of bourbon is all that's going to get you through the brain-frying glory of Space Thunder Kids, a film so utterly confounding, so dazzlingly inept in every single way imaginable, that it achieves an undeniable aura of the sublime that glows so brightly it threatens to blot out the rest of existence. And if you are worried that, perhaps, drinking an entire bottle of bourbon during a single movie could be detrimental to your health or to your comprehension of what you are watching, I say to you, "Have no fear, for Space Thunder Kids defies comprehension, and by the end of it you will be mopping up your own brain, which will have melted and oozed out the corner of your eyes as you vomit up your own intestines Lucio Fulci style." The bourbon only makes it hurt less.

Now if that isn't a good review, I don't know what is.


Truth be told, I did sit through multiple viewings of Space Thunder Kids, and I did do it with a pen and paper and a dedication to taking notes. I wasn't taking notes because Space Thunder Kids was so full of meaning and subtext that it demands to be studied. I was taking notes so that I could have running documentation of every completely bizarre moment in the movie, of every Japanese robot and anime character that appears via a cheap knock-off simulacrum, of every time the movie becomes a completely different movie, with different characters and robots, and without any explanation whatsoever. I was doing my best to keep up, sweating furiously as I scribbled out page after page of mind-boggling insanity.

And then the dudes from TRON showed up, and I decided to thrown in the towel.


But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning, or as close to the beginning as I've been able to trace.

It all started one innocent, carefree day when an email from my friend Bill showed up, urging me to get out to Wal-Mart and pick up a copy of a movie called Space Thunder Kids. He also mentioned that he moved to Korea, which would eventually turn out to be an important piece of synchronicity, if indeed synchronicity comes in pieces. I replied that I had not seen Space Thunder Kids, and that I generally avoided movies with the word "Kids" in the title, because I almost always don't like them -- Ninja Kids being the big exception since it contains no kids but does have a bunch of full frontal hooker nudity in it before Alexander Lou puts on a little button-down cap and kicks the shit out of some ninjas.

And besides, I wrote, this is New York City. We don't have a Wal-Mart here, because they are an evil corporation that destroys the small-town, mom-and-pop quaintness that is so important to a city like New York, where there are no evil corporations.


A few days later, Bill wrote back and, after praising the commitment of young Korean women to miniskirts even when the temperatures were well below freezing, he urged me once again to do all I could to get a copy of Space Thunder Kids. Ebay it if I had to, or pester friends, or just drive upstate to the nearest Wal-Mart. Eventually, I broke down and decided to mount a quick search for the movie. A dollar and a week's shipping time later, I had a copy, along with two similar DVDs: Defenders of Space and Protectors of the Universe -- or as it's known in its own opening credit sequence, Protectors the Universe.

All three titles, along with a couple others I got later thanks to my buddy Todd in Atlanta (Hotlanta to you), showed up a couple years ago on the racks of Wal-Mart's discount dollar DVDs, alongside the usual assortment of Max Fleischer Superman cartoons and old Amos 'n' Andy shorts. Although these types of DVDs get sold in all sorts of places (much to the delight of people like me, who enjoy the occasional Flash Gordon serial or movies where Julius Harris is the main star), it seems these particular anime titles were only available at Wal-Mart. The initial assumption is that these are just old Japanese cartoons dubbed and dumped on the market for peanuts. Indeed, flipping the DVD over and looking at the artwork on the back would seem to support this assumption. Isn't that Mazinger, after all? So these must be old Go Nagai cartoons or something, like that Robo Force thing I got on VHS a long time ago. But wait, I thought as I continued to peruse the snapshots on the back of the Space Thunder Kids DVD -- isn't that guy in the picture below him one of the Transformers? And is that the Space Battleship Yamato? And is that...is that Sark from TRON?!?!?


It turns out that Space Thunder Kids and the rest of the titles in this esteemed collection were actually made in Korea -- where my friend Bill had to go before he was allowed to tell me about them, as if on some Space Thunder Kids pilgrimage. All of the animation is original. Well, sort of original. Some anonymous bunch of Koreans drew it all (their names have been replaced on the credits), but they used existing icons of the Japanese animation industry as "models," sometimes putting one character's head on another's body, sort of like those cheap bootleg toys down in Chinatown where you get things like Spider-Man's head on a Power Ranger's body, with Batman's cape.

In a way, I guess this is really no different than when porno movies feature someone with a name almost like some famous celebrity's name. So the Space Thunder Kids robot is to Mazinger what, say, Britney Spheres is to Britney Spears, though maybe that's a bad example since, at this point, it would be hard to guess which one is the respectable person (it's Spheres, in case you were wondering, even if that's not an actual porno star. She should be, is all I'm sayin').


Space Thunder Kids is full of moments when one movie stops and a completely different movie begins (sort of like the piecemeal bodies of the robots in the movie), complete with different film stock, grain, and art style. This is largely because Space Thunder Kids is assembled Frankenstein style from various bits and pieces of the other films in the series -- which themselves borrow scenes pretty heavily from one another. Trust me, if you watch all of these movies, you are going to become really familiar with the evil general (sometimes he's Chinese, sometimes he's North Korean, sometimes he's from space) with the giant goiter or roll of fat or whatever the hell that is supposed to be hanging off the side of his neck. But unlike any of the other titles, only Space Thunder Kids was willing to put the guys from TRON in it. Now, I may dismiss this simply as "batshit insane" filmmaking were it not for the fact that the very first credit to appear when one sits down to experience Space Thunder Kids proudly proclaims it to be a Joseph Lai production, accompanied by grand music and some crazy disco lighting.


Anime fans, who seem to be the bulk of the people who have stumbled across this lost work of art, may not have any idea who Joseph Lai is. They wouldn't even think to suspect that having his name attached to a project is in any way significant. Ahh, but we fans of old kungfu B-movies -- we know better, don't we? And we can impart our knowledge to the purely anime fans who have not ventured into the dark realm of crappy slapdash ninja films. Lai forms a mysterious triumvirate along with Thomas Tang and Godfrey Ho -- indeed there are those who swear the three men are actually the same man, or are some sort of super-being that can split a single consciousness into three separate entities with, I assume, cheesy 1970s pencil-thin mustaches and Amber-vision sunglasses. Lai (and when I refer to Joseph Lai, I am by default also referring to Thomas Tang and Godfrey Ho) Is best known for coming out of relatively nowhere to produce an unheard of number of movies in an extremely short period of time. Binding these films together was the presence of ninjas.

And there's no doubt that they are ninjas, even if they're white guys (most often, Italian b-movie staple Richard Harrison) because they often wear headbands that say "Ninja!!!!" on them, in that jagged "Oriental" font. The Tang/Ho/Lai uni-mind was able to produce, direct, and distribute so many films because their style of filmmaking was to buy up a couple cheap Hong Kong or Filipino films, splice them all together, then inject some new scenes of white guy ninjas and try, via dubbing, to tie the whole thing together into some sort of story that might flirt on occasion with coherency without ever actually committing to the concept.


The movies they used were almost always dirt cheap nonsense, though from time to time I have seen one of their ninja movies and recognized at least one of the films that served as the source. Aside from splicing films together, dashing off a new script, and inserting random scenes of white guys in shiny metallic purple or red and yellow ninja outfits into the proceedings (and all movies could benefit from such insertions), they'd also steal music cues from whatever movie happened to be popular -- which, to be fair, was hardly unique to the poverty row Lai/Tang/Ho operation, as even big budget films from Hong Kong during the 80s were known to lift cues and entire musical scores from other films. But while some films, say John Woo's The Killer or Hard Boiled, lifted scores people might not recognize (save for the ten people in the world who rushed out to buy the Red Heat soundtrack). The cheaper films usually just used Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Mix all these ingredients together, and you literally have a nearly endless reservoir of movies than can be made, quite literally, in a few days. And so the world is blessed with titles like Ninja Phantom Heroes, Ninja in the Claws of the CIA, Ninja Diamond Force, and countless others. You could probably write a thousand-page tome by doing nothing but reviewing these ninja films, for their numbers are so great.


That Lai saw fit, for a brief spell, to turn his attentions to anime, or at least to animation, isn't really surprising, given what I have to assume was a keen sense of how to make a fast buck. The results also aren't surprising. From what I can tell, Lai basically made one or two movies, cheaply and sloppily animated by a bunch of Koreans chained to their desks, and then cut and recut those movies into eight or nine separate movies. All of the films rely on the popularity of giant robot animation from the late 1970s and early 1980s, though they hardly restrict themselves to it. And like the ninja films, it seems that these movies were produced largely for a foreign -- as in Western -- market, to be dumped cheaply onto home video or to fill late-night television programming holes.

The majority of these cartoons actually make some rudimentary type of sense. The plot is almost identical in each of them -- a belligerent alien race, most likely blue or green in color and sometimes both from one shot to the next, depending on who was coloring in that frame (shades of the sloppiness so prevalent in the old Super Friends cartoon, where costumes would change colors and pieces randomly, and The Flash could, on occasion, fly) attacks the earth with a space armada, usually enlisting the aide of a nefarious human general with a lot of tanks. The earth can only be saved by a group of people dressed like Robotech characters and piloting giant robots. In between the initial assault and the eventual victory for the earth forces, there's pretty much nothing but lots of scenes of spaceships and robots fighting each other. Usually, it's the same robots and spaceships and fights, because they just loop the footage. Still, a crappy cartoon full of robots and space ships fighting each other is better than a good romantic comedy.


But Space Thunder Kids is a horse of a different color. In fact, it's several horses of several different colors. It never makes any sense at all. Ever. And although it relies on the same basic plot as the other cartoons, it hardly matters since it gets buried beneath so much totally random weirdness. Not only do things like uniform and skin and hair color change from frame to frame -- sometimes the entire cast changes from frame to frame. One minute, we're looking at five people in blue uniforms inside a giant robot. We cut to a shot outside, probably of the robot swinging a giant chain while flying through space, and then when we cut back to the crew, there's three of them and they're in completely different uniforms. Plot points are introduced out of nowhere and vanish immediately. Entire armies are set on the march, and we never hear from them again. Characters come out of nowhere and then transform into other characters. Space Thunder Kids represents that point in the space-time continuum where every single law of logic, coherency, and physics -- not to mention the simple, basic concept of competent animation and film making -- are rendered meaningless.


Now under normal circumstances, I wouldn't rely on quoting ad copy from the back of a DVD cover, but these are hardly normal circumstances, so if you will permit me (keeping their typos in place):

The Dark Empire is determined to conquer the Universe and get rid of anyone who acts against it. The Space Thunder Kids, made up of three valiant youths, are responsible for patrolling space and obstructing the invasion of the Dark Army.

Doctor Sparta, a scientist, is pursued by the Dark Army after the devastation of his planet. He flees to the Earth and meets Doctor Rhodes, who develops advanced weapons for the Guardian Army.

The Dark Army bombards the Earth aggressively and kidnaps Dr. Sparta and Rhodes. The Space Thunder Kids come to the rescue with the fighter robots, and together with the aid of the Guardian Army, the Successfully save the two scientists and shatter the Dark Empire.


I quote this because, after two viewings, one of which was spent taking some notes, I had no idea that this was the plot of Space Thunder Kids. Some of the names were recognizable to me, but I didn't and still don't even remember any of this stuff being explained. I didn't even know there were any space thunder kids in the movie, let alone that they were supposed to be rescuing anybody instead of just flying around in a giant robot, and sometimes in a giant spaceship, randomly fighting with other giant robots and spaceships. I guess, upon breezing through it a third time, you could claim that the things indeed could have happened even though it is never expressly stated in the movie itself -- sort of like how some assholes will lay all sorts of Star Wars nonsense and back story on you, and when you tell them, "That dude didn't even have a name in the movie," they get all huffy and explain to you that if you'd read the biographies of the Mos Eisley cantina aliens that was available in the Star Wars screensaver from 1995, you'd know this basic information. I guess I never got the fucking Star Wars screensaver and didn't know that a screensaver was a legitimate avenue for fleshing out the back story of a movie. Are Burger King glasses considered canonical, too?


Anyway, whatever claims the DVD case makes regarding a plot can be easily disregarded since the movie doesn't seem to care about it. Besides, you'll be too distracted with counting the sheer number of gaffes, animation oddness, and stolen robot and character design on display. Space Thunder Kids may be cobbled together from animation that was also used to make a bunch of other movies, but all that animation was still original, in that it was drawn specifically for these features. What isn't original is that the artists rely pretty heavily on just copying existing Japanese character designs, including but not limited to: Space Battle Cruiser Yamato, Captain Harlock, Queen Emereldas, Mazinger, Gundam, Getter Robo, Transformers, Raideen, and, ummm, TRON.

TRON is the real stand-out here, because it's even more non-sequiter in its introduction than anything else. At least the Japanese stuff is all robot and space opera stuff from the same general source. What the hell possessed them to suddenly cut to a scene in which a bunch of TRON guys fight Sark and then team up with a Queen Emereldas rip-off in Captain Harlock's ship to destroy the Master Control Program, which is inhabited, apparently, by Captain Ahab in a Kentucky Colonel ribbon tie. If Joseph Lai was in the room right now, I'd kiss him. It takes a lot of work to turn every single scene in a movie into its own plot, largely disconnected form any other plot presented up to that point.


If ever a movie defied description or competent critique, this is it. It's hardly even a movie. Forgive me as I lapse into "play-by-play" commentary for some of this review, but it's worth it, I think, and since you can't actually describe and then comment on the plot, I thought I would simply recreate for you, here, the notes and comments I made so I could remember and try to sort out the sheer madness I was witnessing on my television screen:

The action begins on an orbiting space fortress, though I can't tell whether or not it's super dimensional. The fortress is lorded over by a pipe smoking captain and a room full of people who always look angry or constipated. They might be angry because their entire computer bank is made up of VIC-20 computers that do nothing but display those staticky wave things. A sudden meteor shower causes a guy to groan and fly backwards through the control room, even though nothing actually hits them, but that's OK because he apparently noticed himself that he jumped the gun, because he does the exact same fall again a couple seconds later, only this time some debris also falls. It would seem that this freak meteor shower is actually an attack, but when the presumed attacker disappears from the radar where he just saw it blinking, the captain decides it was all just the fault of the jackass running the radar.


When the same mysterious disappearing ship attacks a space station lorded over by a guy with a pencil thin mustache, his female radio operator attempts to identify the sauce (her words, not mine). Oh no, wait, this is an entirely different UFO messing with this space station. The UFO is part of the Dark Emperor's armada, and he is keen on conquering the entire universe, but especially Earth, because the Earth is awesome and every guy on the planet wears either a blue suit with a green tie, a brown suit with a dark blue tie, or a green disco shirt and blue jeans. Even though he has a vast armada armed with death rays at his command, the Dark Emperor sends a giant monster to smash cities, because giant monsters smashing cities is awesome.

Meanwhile a trio of heroes -- maybe these are the space thunder kids, I don't know -- fly around in a giant robot. Not fighting the aliens destroying the earth or anything. When they are attacked by the UFO that apparently lost interest in menacing that space station (even the Dark Emperor knows not to mess with a man with a pencil thin mustache), the crew of the robot -- which looks an awful lot like Mazinger -- finally throws down by pulling out his handgun. Wait -- you build a giant robot that can fly around in space, and you make him use a handheld gun instead of just building guns into his hands? Oh hey! He can also separate into three different pieces!


This robot is apparently called Solar Mac 1, and the Dark Emperor hates Solar Mac One so much that he sends the blue-skinned, bearded Commander Dolly to demand that the Earth turn over the one weapon they have that can defeat the Dark Emperor. And just to be a dick about it, Commander Dolly unleashes a giant fanged robot monster thing to blow up the UN and cause volcanoes to erupt. It turns out that the earth actually has three kick-ass giant robots: Solar Mac 1, Zortek 2, and Tiger SX-3, which looks just like Solar Mac 1 but drawn at a slightly different angle. With those robots under our command, the Earth refuses to capitulate.

Further hijinks are being mounted by someone who is maybe called General Mon, who is a green-skinned alien with a giant forehead. Working with a nefarious human general with a mysterious blob protruding from his neck, Mon decides that the key to success is kidnapping Dr. Sun, creator of the giant transforming robots. Considering that he's already built the robots and the crews are already trained and flying around in the robots, I'm not sure what kidnapping Dr. Sun will accomplish. But whatever. It's a plan hatched by a green dude with a giant head and a fat guy with a goiter, so I guess that they can do anything at all should be impressive. And it doesn't really matter anyway, because these guys never get around to kidnapping Dr. Sun, and I don't think there's even a a character in this movie by that name.


Meanwhile -- and this movie has a lot of meanwhiles in it -- some more blue guys are about to attack a satellite moon, whatever that may be. This spaceship also has a hot chick on board, just for the hell of it. Unfortunately for the forces of the Dark Emperor, two of the generals -- who I think are named General Shark and General Tim -- hate each other and are always trying to show one another up, and commanding officer Saga loves messing with them (just wait until commander Dolly finds out about this tomfoolery!). When it comes to this competition, though, my money is on the guy whose name is General Shark. It turns out this isn't a good bet since shark, Tim, and Saga all seem to trade names and appearances every other scene. How three guys can be drawn in five or six completely distinct ways is just part of what makes the Dark Emperor's army so dangerous.

The satellite is taken by surprise, and it makes one wonder why these places even have radar if all it does is warn you when a vast enemy armada is about ten feet away. But then, maybe if the guy manning the radar actually payed attention, instead of sitting there staring blankly at the screen until another guy walks by and goes, "What's that? Oh no, it's an attack!" Some actual astronaut looking astronauts launch a missile at one of the marauding space ships, but when that ship vanishes, the missile heads straight for China, which upsets some American military guy standing in front of a map of what I assume to be Asia, labeled "America. Map." Maybe that's not a designation of what the map shows but is instead simply a label of ownership. Given many of the things about the people in charge of our military, you might think that the American general would be pleased with this whole "errant missile hits China" situation, but when Earth is threatened by an outside we all band together except for that fat guy with the goiter and a green alien friend. So America launches what I'm pretty sure a guy calls a "patriarch missile" while the general sieg heils madly. Man, there's enough material for a "politics and cinema" and "women in cinema" class right there, what with the phallic patriarch missile and all. Oh wait. Yeah. Patriot missile, but it sure sounds like patriarch, so that's what I'm going with.

For some reason, this makes the Chinese ambassador to the UN -- didn't they get blown up at the beginning of this film??? -- scream and beat his show on the table, until the American ambassador -- who, in a fit of eerily accurate premonition, looks and acts just like infamously antagonistic US ambassador to the UN John Bolton -- tells him to "Put your shoe back on! You're stinking up the General Assembly!"


Meanwhile, fucking Sark from TRON shows up out of nowhere in his glowing battle cruiser to make a speech about some secret power source.

Meanwhile, we're back with General Tim and General Saga, who was called General Shark the last time we saw him, and General Saga was the guy pitting them against each other. Whatever. One of them has also become a bald guy with a Fu Manchu mustache all of a sudden, when last we saw him he was just some fat dude with shaggy hair. Once again the aliens sneak up on Earth -- you kinda gotta think that maybe we deserve to be conquered at this point -- and launch a bunch of fighter ships and some giant robots armed with bazookas. They blow some random shit up, as giant robots armed with bazookas are wont to do. Our weapons seem powerless against the forces of General Tim or Shark or Saga or whoever the hell is leading this attack. All I know is one of them has a pencil-thin handlebar mustache. Whatever happened to our guy in the space fortress with the pencil thin mustache? General Mon also has a pencil thin mustache, which means the Dark Emperor now has Sark and two guys with pencil-thin mustaches under his command, while all the Earth has is a guy with a big bushy cartoon mustache. If it was a bushy mustache like Burt Reynolds or Maurizio Merli had, we might be in better shape, but it's not one of those.


Just as it seems the mustache gap is about to doom Earth, three little kids launch the sleepy-eyed Zortek 2 to combat the alien armada. Seriously, this robot's eyes make him look half-awake and stoned. No, wait. He's not fighting the armada at all. He's nowhere near that fight. No, he's fighting that blinking monster from earlier, the one that destroyed the UN General Assembly but apparently didn't. well,t hat's what happens when you send a stoner out to defend the earth. And while that monster was smashing cities a little while ago, now he seems to be hanging out by himself on a tiny uninhabited volcanic island. Zortek 2 gets his ass handed to him by the monster, which is probably what you should expect when you let teenagers pilot your giant robot. But then they shoot a crescent moon shaped razor off the top of their head and cause the monster to explode. Hooray!

But wasn't this robot supposed to be fighting General Tim or whoever?

Well, no worries, because some guys in Battlestar Galactica helmets show up for a dogfight in space with a fleet of Yamatos. I have no idea who these guys are or who's on whose side. But space battle dogfights are always cool, so who cares?


Then we cut to a couple space pilots standing in some guy's office, and their faces are doing this really freaky flickering thing I can barely even describe. I thought these three were the pilots of Solar Mac 1, but now they're in charge of Tiger SX-3, which is neither a promotion or demotion since it's the same robot. Oh wait, now Tiger SX-3 is a completely different robot than the last time they showed him. And one of the crew is a little kid who has no experience with any type of combat, including but not limited to flying around in a giant robot. That's exactly the sort of crack squadron you want manning your last, best hope: a child with no experience at all. But what do I expect from a race that designs radar that warns you of enemy attack only after the attack has already started?

What's awesome is that this spaceworthy flying robot gets inside a giant spaceship of its own and then sits at the controls to fly it around, which means to get from here to there a crew of three has to get inside the giant robot and pilot it to get inside the giant spaceship and pilot it.


Then it's back to that battle between the Galactica guys and the fleet of Yamatos, and I still have no idea who these people are. Oh, OK, the Galactica guys are the humans I think, because they're not blue and Tiger SX-3 shows up to smash the Yamato ships before taking on...I think that's General Tim, but maybe it's Saga. Whatever the case, he sends out "Super Shark with the Iron Ball" and "Super Lynx with the Thunder Axe," two more giant robots armed with a ball and chain and an axe. You would think that if you had super giant transforming robot technology, you could come up with a more useful outer space weapon than a medieval axe and mace, but then, a giant robot flying through space while swinging around a big-ass axe looks pretty awesome. Oh yeah, at this point Tiger SX-3 becomes an entirely different robot. Now he's a Transformer. I forgot which one. The one that turns into a fire truck, I think. Also, he's being piloted by an entirely different crew than the last one we saw a couple seconds ago.

After this fight, we cut to another robot and another robot crew, and another radar being manned by a sleeping guy even though they're in the middle of a war. And once again, the radar warns them when the evil armada has already started attacking. Baffled by this radar reading, a crew member asks for a visual even though they're sitting in front of a giant windshield. This is when we find out that we're back to Solar Mac 1, although he looks completely different than the last time we saw him, and this is a different crew. But that's okay because a couple seconds later they show him again, and he's back to being the robot with Mazinger's head, and it turns out the problem was just that for a few frames, someone forgot to draw his head on him. Solar Mac One is fighting a fleet commanded by some guy we've never seen before, except that when they show the commander again, it's back to being General Saga or Shark or whoever the blue guy with the handlebar mustache is.

As a last ditch effort to defeat Solar Mac 1, he calls out Super Lynx, who you will recall was destroyed a couple minutes ago in a different battle being commanded by a different person. But no worries, because now Super Lynx is a completely different robot yet again. In fact, he's Raideen, but red and with abs, because nothing completes your giant robot quite like adding abs that shoot out missiles. It's way cooler than Solar Mac 1's lasers that pop out of his boobs. At some point during this battle the crew of Solar Mac 1 becomes an entirely different crew, but at this point, things like this shouldn't even phase you. Solar Mac 1 also has to fly down to earth and fight another robot with a big hook hand. This fight is awesome, and you know it's awesome because the artist drew in some lens flares.


Anyway, after Solar Mac 1 beats that other completely unexplained robot -- as if you ever need an explanation for a fight involving a giant purple robot with a hook arm -- we cut to some dude we've never seen before who is apparently the sole surviving commander of the Dark Overlord's forces. This guy looks human and commands some blue guys in stupid hats. He tangles with Tiger SX-3, which is back to being piloted by the first crew we saw. Unfortunately, I don't know what Tiger SX-3 looks like this scene, because this commander's forces are so lame that Tiger SX-3 doesn't even have to get out of his spaceship to beat them.

Meanwhile, that general with the lump on his neck double crosses General Mon and decides that the war between the Alliance and the Dark Emperor has left the Earth ripe for the plucking. So even though all this guy has is an animated loop of the same tanks driving through the mountains, he launches his own assault on planet Earth, which consists of driving his tanks through a tunnel and never being heard from again.


So now it all comes down to a showdown betwee