Clotheslining the 1%

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John Nada (“Rowdy” Roddy Piper) is drifting from town to town across the States after losing his job in Denver, Colorado, in the midst of a massive economic downturn. (He drops a reference to 14 banks closing in a week.) Arriving in Los Angeles, he is eventually able to find work on a construction site, and finds something resembling a community in a favela of the sort that we aren’t supposed to believe exists in North America, occupied by members of the growing underclass John finds himself a part of, and a friend in the form of Frank Armitage (Keith David), who’s full of criticism of the capitalist system as it stands and is beginning to think that violent action may be the only solution – though John still just about believes in America and isn’t ready to go that far.

As it turns out, there’s a few people around who are out to make a difference. The community manager of the favela, a street preacher John sees hassled by cops earlier in the day, a strange professor whose pirate TV transmissions are trying to get the truth out – these form the leadership of the local cell of a resistance movement founded by a small group of scientists who, through a purely accidental scientific discovery, have discovered the terrible truth – that Earth has been colonised, occupied, and completely controlled by aliens who masquerade as human beings and hide their commands to us in plain sight, with mind control transmissions keeping is in a hypnotic state that keeps us unable to perceive this.

By chance, John happens to spot the connection between the pirate TV broadcasts and the church across the street from the settlement. Investigating, he discovers a strange laboratory in a back room of the church – but before he can take his investigations much further, a massive police raid on the shanty town takes place, a violent purge which sees the church taken out with it. After the carnage of the raid, John is able to retrieve from the ruined church a box of very special pairs of sunglasses – glasses fitted with “Hoffmann lenses”, developed by the resistance. These sunglasses are effectively an instant political awakening in plastic form: wearing them, not only do you look damn cool, but you also break through the aliens’ illusions and get to see the world as it really is. The sight is so shocking to John that he realises that his nonviolent, stick-to-the-rules ways can only play into the hands of the aliens. It’s time for John to chew bubblegum and kick ass – and he’s all out of bubblegum.

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Cornell, or the Unfunny Clown

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Michael Moorcock’s stories of Jerry Cornell should not be confused with the Jerry Cornelius saga. For starters, elite secret agent Jerry Cornell in no way resembles Jerry Cornelius – he’s not as clever, not as capable, and is certainly vastly less cool, though I’m sure he’d like to imagine he’s all three of those things. For another thing, Jerry Cornell isn’t actually Jerry Cornell – he’s Nick Allard.

A little history. Once upon a time there was a magical land called 1966, in which Moorcock was publishing a lot of work through cheap and cheerful Compact Books (an arrangement I detailed at the start of the Michael Kane review). Compact Books decided they wanted a James Bond-like espionage series to round out their line, and wannabe author Roger Harris stepped up to the plate with a novel entitled The LSD Dossier, starring the dashing new character Nick Allard. There was, however, a mild problem – the novel was shit, too shit for Compact to consider publishing – and Compact were willing to straight up pirate Dennis Wheatley novels to line their pockets.

Always up for a bit of extra pocket money, Moorcock agreed to take the manuscript and tighten it up. In reading it, he noticed two things. Firstly, it transpired that the writing was so incredibly shitty that he’d have to essentially toss most of the book and rewrite from scratch, following the vague plot structure previously established. Secondly, whilst super-spy Nick Allard was clearly intended to be a charismatic and awesome secret agent, he actually came across as a nasty, slimy piece of work. So, Moorcock rewrote the novel playing it for the lulz, doing a hatchet job on Allard’s personality, and sent it back to Compact. Who then turned around and published it in that form.

Harris, it seems, was upset and never wrote for Compact again. Compact, meanwhile, were pleased with what they got and convinced Moorcock to produce two more Allard stories under the pseudonym of “Bill Barclay” – Somewhere In the Night and Printer’s Devil. In both cases, Compact happened to have cover art lying around for cancelled books and essentially asked Moorcock to compose something fitting the art – the first one was a modern-day thriller involving the Tower of London somehow, the second was for a pirate edition of The Devil Rides Out which got shitcanned when Dennis Wheatley’s lawyers said “no”. In these sequels the laughs were emphasised and Allard’s essential uselessness and scumbaggery was turned up to 11.

The LSD Dossier would not see future reprints due to people being leery about the copyright situation, since it did include some of Roger Harris’s own writing. (That said, you can download it for free from Moorcock’s website – Moorcock’s stance being that nobody should pay more than £1 for the thing, never mind the ridiculous prices commanded for it at auction.) The other two, however, would eventually be republished as The Chinese Agent and The Russian Intelligence respectively – with revisions to change a bunch of names just to make sure there was no copyright nastiness. And as part of that process, Nick Allard became Jerry Cornell because whenever Moorcock is stuck for a name he goes for some variation on “Jerry Cornelius”.

So, it’s essentially a Moorcock series written purely for the lulz. But are these high-class lulz that have stood the test of time or are they tired-out sub-Austin Powers crap? Let’s see.

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Where Did the Hunt Go Wrong?

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For such a popular film, Predator hasn’t been well-served by sequels. Unlike its cousin series, Alien, it hasn’t had nearly had a follow-up that’s as well-loved as the original. It took a couple of decades for the stink of Predator 2 to wash away and for Hollywood to have another stab at making a “pure” Predator film. (Let’s just put the Alien vs. Predator movies aside and pretend they don’t exist for now). Predators is that attempt to kindle new life into the franchise, but in reviewing it I also wanted to take a look back and work out where things started going wrong for the series, and whether the long quest to produce a decent follow-up is necessary, or even achievable.

Predator

Predator has one of those iconically simple premises that people were really good at cooking up in the 1980s – Arnold Schwarzenegger is Alan “Dutch” Schaefer, a Delta Force Major in charge of an elite search and rescue team, called in to rescue a Guatemalan cabinet minister and other hostages captured by Soviet-backed guerrillas. The hostages don’t make it, but the team is able to make it out with valuable intelligence and a prisoner in the form of Anna (Elpida Carrillo), sole survivor of the guerrilla camp the team annihilates, who they take along at the insistence of Agent George Dillon (Carl Weathers), a former teammate of Dutch turned CIA agent who seems to know more about the real reasons behind the mission than he’s letting on. But their trip to the extraction point turns deadly when they are stalked and killed one by one by an alien creature with heat vision, superior weaponry, and perfect camouflage, who’s come to Earth because there’s nothing more fun than stopping by a primitive planet during a hot year and killing the quaint little natives.

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Adorable Assassins

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A little caveat before I begin: Mini Ninjas has been released for a baffling variety of platforms, including the PC, most modern consoles, and the Nintendo DS. I played the XBox 360 version, but obviously different versions of the game are likely to play differently (especially the DS one), so I can’t speak for the quality of them.

Mini Ninjas is one of those games where the title and the cover art tell you all you need to know. It’s based around adorable ninjas of child-like dimensions capering about in a world with an appealing and original aesthetic and cute animals. Anything else is just the icing on the cake – but it helps that the game itself is actually very enjoyable. The plot is minimalistic, but entertaining with it – the Evil Samurai Warlord has hatched a diabolical plot to conquer the land, by using dark magic to turn cuddly forest animals into legions of equally cuddly samurai warriors. The Master Ninja has sent out Suzume the flutist, Shun the bowman, Tora the razor-clawed and Kunoicihi the spearwoman one after the other to defeat the menace, but each of them has been captured – as a last resort, the Master Ninja sends out the protagonist, Hiro, in the company of Hiro’s best friend, the hammer-wielding Futo.

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On Stupid Ground

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I can’t stop watching Steven Seagal movies. Why can’t I stop watching Steven Seagal movies? Is it because of the poise and elegance he displays when waving his arms at people and throwing them through walls? Is it because of the pretty explosions? Is it because of the wit and wisdom on display in the man’s pithy quips and zen observations?

Or is it because the DVDs are being sold so cheap these days I can get them, watch them, and take them to my nearest second-hand DVD place and actually turn a profit?

Who can say?

Last time in what seems depressingly likely to turn out to be a continuing series examining the man’s illustrious career, I reviewed a box set that encompasses around half the films he made whilst he could still get his movies released in actual cinemas. Here is the other half.

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One of These Evils Is Not Like the Others

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So, the Resident Evil movies. They can’t be any good, can they? I mean, look at the source material. The plots don’t make sense. The cast of characters consists of a large number of interchangable people with guns and a smug guy called Wesker. The standards of acting established in the games are uninspiring to say the least.

Surely the Hollywood versions are going to be shit?

That’s what I thought as I delved into this boxed set of the first three films in the series. One of the films was exactly as shit as I thought it would be. One of them surprised me by being actually pretty good. And the first one surprised me by being even worse than I was expecting…

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All-Consuming Stupidity

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Ponytail-sporting aikido master, guitarist, volunteer lawman, and (theoretically) actor Steven Seagal has essentially vanished from the big screen. Since around 2001ish he has worked more or less exclusively in the straight-to-DVD field; he’s got a supporting role in Machete, Robert Rodriguez’s upcoming Grindhouse spinoff, but 99% of the time Seagal prefers to be the lead actor in his movies, which leads to a major problem, that being that he’s not really a good enough actor to sustain a film by himself.

Nonetheless, there’s something undeniably compelling about the man. Perhaps it’s the air of intensity about him, this strange aura which isn’t quite charisma, this strange utterly unassailable self-confidence which suggests that if he’d never become an actor he might have made a fairly successful cult leader.

The Steven Seagal Legacy is an eight-DVD box set that tries to represent the best of the man’s career from the era when his films actually appeared in cinemas rather than going straight to DVD. In theory the asking price is £60, but in practice it’s nearly always on sale.I got mine from HMV for a mere £15, which at less than £2 a disc – each in proper DVD packaging – meant that I could buy it in the knowledge that if I didn’t like any of the films on offer I could sell them on EBay and most likely turn a profit. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t come to that though. What could be better than watching a doughy man stroll around beating people up all day?

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