Tempura-paint blood and stipple sponge beards! The plot concerns 5 & a half protégés of a Kung-fu master and their respective goals of protecting or conning an old man. They search for buried treasure and shove sharp implements up nostrils. They run up walls. There’s some mystery about who the 3rd venom (Scorpion) is. I liked the masks, they kinda reminded me of the indigenous art of the Eyak and Aleut peoples of Alaska/Kamchatka. I had to look up those names though.
New York’s skyscrapers like silent sentinels, it’s dark and cold in the valleys of abandoned progress. You walk amongst this history and your footsteps echo off canyons of cement and you truly feel what it’s like to be Godforsaken. I know this isn’t really the place to say it, but I’m deeply terrified of a Trump presidency.
RoboJesus shoots rapists in the dick, battles irradiated mutant gangsters and giant robots in post apocalyptic Detroit. There’s some pretty prescient satire of media and capitalism in here. It kind of feels like the smartest Troma movie ever made. I miss practical FX.
