Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Master of the Flying Guillotine (1975)

There's bad dubbing. There's an inane plot. There's the generic zoom-happy directorial style. There's painfully cheesy effects. This would all be a damn shame if this film wasn't so completely badass that it renders criticism irrelevant. One of my hard, fast rules of cinema life: No matter how silly or incompetent your film may be, if you stage a climactic battle between a one-armed boxer and a blind monk wielding a portable headchopping machine, I'll most likely be your friend.

Grade: B+

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