Sunday, 28 May 2017

The Killing Edge

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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