Let’s get right to it; is this movie the final installment
of the Bronx Warrior trilogy that includes 1990:
A Bronx Warrior and Escape from the
Bronx, or not? The short answer in my opinion is no, it most definitely is
not. It bears no resemblance, nor any connection to the previous films that I
could detect; though it is supposedly set in New York, I don’t recall any reference
to it in the dialogue.
Prolific director Joe D’Amato not only does a great job on this
flick, but also co-wrote, shot and produced. Did he also manned the Craft
Services table and provide cast transport? He does a bang-up job and pulled
some darn good performances from the cast that was mostly unknown to me. Well,
until I looked them up and said to myself, “Hey, I remember that movie!” I have
the feeling you will too. Weirdly, D’Amato is credited under the name Steven Benson.
I wonder why. I’ve read that this film is his favorite of all his works. I can
see why; it’s fun!
Noted composer Carlo Maria Cordio did a score that I had
mixed emotions about; half was so outstanding that I wanted to run right out and
try to find the soundtrack and the rest was disposable elevator music. But the
good stuff…wow, awesome.
Which brings up an interesting comparison (well, to me at
least). Cordio also did the soundtracks for two films in another “trilogy”; Troll, Troll 2 and The Crawlers (he did the last two). Just like the Bronx Warrior triplets, the second film had some
connection with the first (okay, admittedly barely) and the third installment
comes from so far outfield that it really doesn’t belong with the other two.
Ah well, the funny thing is that Endgame was still great fun. In comparison to the Bronx flicks,
there’s a bit more gore and nudity. The quality of the film makes it apparent
that it was shot on a far lesser gauge than the first duo and much of the
glam-disco-jazz aspect is lost visually. And I think it could be argued that
the actors are less magnetic, but you’ll be relieved to know that the
“futuristic” costumes, from motorcycle leathers to full on Viking getups, also
feature KISS-style war paint makeup, which never loses its ridiculousness or pleasurable
impact.
When reading the synopsis of this film online, I noted that
the Karnak (George Eastman) character starts out as a friend to our hero, who
is saddled with the manly title of Shannon (Al Cliver), but ends up being a
nemesis. Not that it truly matters, but this is blatantly not true; Karnak is
Shannon’s nemesis in the beginning, but ends up being his friend about a third
of the way through the proceedings.
You can now rest easy knowing this completely useless
factoid.
The lack of stunt and fighting skill is notable here, too;
it’s bad and the choreography follows suit. It’s neither cinematic nor
realistic and the scenes have just about zero flow to them. Despite its general
suckage, there’s such a plethora of it that it actually makes up for it. It’s
hilarious to watch our hero, brandishing a huge knife, dodging a guy with a
mace but not bothering to stab or slash him as he passes by millimeters away.
Or, how about a gun versus knife fight where the pistol-wielder tosses his
weapon so that he can pull his own blade…? Holy moley.
I found it a bit tricky seeing this film. It wasn’t
available for streaming, pay or Youtube, which shocked me. Fortunately, I was
able to buy a nice, clean copy from Cult Action; I can already feel my bank
account draining as I work through their catalog. These folks really care about
the films they’re helping conserve and I highly recommend you check out what
they have to offer. Concerned about the region and whether it was subtitled or
dubbed, I sent them an email and received a very prompt reply stating that it
was region-free and dubbed. I thought the pricing was very reasonable at only
$12.99 US with shipping and the DVD I received was in excellent shape, featured
beautiful cover artwork and a full description on the back (despite the
nemisis-friend mix-up) in only a matter of a couple of days.
So no, this isn’t going to feed your Bronx Warrior fix, you
might try The New Barbarians for
that. Still, don’t miss Endgame if
you love 80s post-apocalyptic flicks.
Just don’t try to read my mind; that would really tick me
off. And Honey, nobody wears white in a world like this, where everything has
gone south and the choice between being molested by mutants or machine-gunned
to death by facists.
See Endgame and
find out what I mean by the above statements!
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