Mystery solved; this movie, like Endgame, is in no way related or connected script-wise to the Bronx Warrior duo (same director and Williamson returns, but not as the same character). There is no Bronx Warrior trilogy, no matter what anybody says; that's just baloney and not true. I don't know how anybody could ever come to that conclusion, unless they haven't truly seen all of these films and are just repeating the fabrication that seems to be all over the web.
But this was fun enough. Unfortunately, the Netflix DVD I saw was so compressed that it took the 35 mm print down below a really poor 16 mm. It was like watching a moving water color. So it's impossible to judge whether or not it had the visual pizazz of the Bronx movies. Probably not, is my guess. The cinematography was sub-par, or rather, BW is so superior as to set itself apart.
The sci-fi...ness is a bit more ramped up here, with the fantasy aspects even more silly and nonsensical. We're talking poofy-shouldered jackets on men, shiny metallic headbands and dinner plate-sized codpieces. Unfortunately, the script isn't quite as tight or interesting and the characters act far more irrationally, if that's possible and imaginable. So I'd rate this one as lesser than the films I just mentioned.
Great music, as usual.
Still worth seeing if you like Italian post-apocalypse flicks as much as I do. And who doesn't, really?
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