The Killing Edge
1984, UK
dir. Lindsay
Shonteff
cast: Bill French,
Paul Ashe, Matthew Waterhouse
A business man
treks home after a nuclear war to find it was spared the effects of
the attack but the area is now controlled by the Terminators, a group
of rogue soldiers who have killed off most of the survivors and
enslaved the rest. Finding his wife and child in a work camp, they
are gunned down in front of him, setting him off on the vengeance
trail.
A real bottom of
the barrel effort here, with woeful acting, a barely there script,
whatever locations they could scrape up (no ruins, just woods, fields, an
Asda carpark and what looks like an 80s showhome) and poundshop
effects. The hero is like Mad Max re-imagined by Alan Partridge,
proving you can still be smart but casual after the apocalypse. The
scenes where he talks to a teddy are presumably there to show how
much he grieves for his son but just provide a rich seam of unintentional comedy, especially
when he tucks it into his poncho when he runs into battle at the end
of the film. And the ending- presumably, it was meant to be a Sam
Peckinpah style bloodbath, but ends up looking rubbish. I could go on, but
picking holes in this film is like shooting fish in a barrel of
radioactive waste.
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