Grindhouse: Mutant Hunt

The Hunt Is On!
I first saw Mutant Hunt when I was about 9 or 10 years old back in the glory days of VHS. In order to obtain a copy, you couldn't just stroll into the family friendly Blockbuster Video. No siree, Bob! You had to go the the ma and pa video stores(remember them? RIP).
I was fascinated by the box cover, which was a beautiful painted image(remember those?), that made the film look like something it could never live up to. What fascinated me particularly was a small disclaimer thingee that stated, "Too Gory For The Silver Screen", which had an image of a theater screen with a circle and slash through it like the Ghostbusters logo. I mean, I had already seen Dawn and Day of the Dead, not to mention Fulci's Zombie and Re-Animator, and those films had no such statement on the coverbox. God only knows what THIS movie was gonna show! Well, as you can imagine, it was all a marketing ploy of a then fairly new idea of straight to video films. There's an adequate amount of gore in the film I...

I'm surprised I didn't develop a dissociative disorder as a form of mental defense against this assault on good taste.
I'm surprised I didn't develop a dissociative disorder as a form of mental defense against this assault on good taste--or even bad-horror taste. This review is a long one, but there was just too much worth sharing to leave anything out.

So here's what I read on Netflix about this little gem: "When a corporate executive unleashes an army of cyborgs on New York, there's only one man that stands between the Big Apple and total annihilation." I'm not sure that a 1986 direct-to-video flick can deliver on that very well. But I watched it anyway.

Former gay pornographer and director Tom Kincaid (aka Joe Gage), known for the mind-numbingly stupid The Occultist and Robot Holocaust, has woven this atrocity that is littered with more horror in its production than in the film itself. You can just imagine how well this was written when the flick opens with some shoulder-padded General Zod wannabe (named Z) who is so mild mannered that he comes off as someone who should be...

Should be in the "So Bad it's Great!" Hall of Fame
Okay, this movie is not good. In fact it's awful, but it's the amazing can't take your eyes away kind of awful. How can anyone not like a movie that has a 5'6'' latino ninja who only contribution to the film is the worst one-liners and round-house kicks ever to be perpetrated on screen? Or the bounty hunter who instead of decorating his home with pictures, bookshelves, or potted-plants, decides to decorate it with machetes, a shotgun, handcuffs, and a crossbow? And I don't believe I have ever seen a more anti-climatic and completely unresolved ending than this one offers. I actually totally lost track of what was happening in the film, but since the plot was paper-thin at best it didn't really matter. Definetly one of those films that are appreciated by those who truly enjoy cheesy-trash movies.

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