Kill and Kill and Kill Again

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December 03, 2018

The second of 2 movies directed by Ivan Hall starring James Ryan as Steve Chase

The 2nd of 2 movies directed by Ivan Hall starring James Ryan equally Steve Chase
Sep 08, 2016

Earlier watching Kill And Kill Once again, the sequel to Impale Or Be Killed (which I oasis't seen), I'd suffered through iii productions by Edward Montoro: Day Of The Animals, Grizzly, and Mutant. Each film left me with that unpleasant feeling in the pit of my breadbasket that started cropping upwards sometime in my late twenties: the knowledge that I'm definitely going to die one 24-hour interval, that feeling that life is short, and the suspicion that - partially because of movies like the three aforementioned - I've all simply wasted my allotted span hitherto. So it'due south not difficult to imagine my mindset when Impale And Kill Again's opening credits rolled, and there was Montoro's name plastered across the screen. I'd already paid adept coin for the affair, which represents piece of work and arguably falls into that fourth dimension-wasted category. And then again, if I watched what I was certain would exist an atrocious movie, that would be another couple hours of my inevitable race to the grave spent on yet some other horrendous Montoro film. Do I cut my losses at present, or truly shame myself by letting Montoro fool me a fourth fourth dimension? Obviously I chose to watch it. Cached beneath my existential nihilism is, in fact, an optimist. My findings? You heard it hither first: Kill And Impale Once more is kung-fu gold. Well, ok, silver. Simply for Monotoro it might as well be platinum. Information technology'south obvious he missed his calling: after watching iii of the worst horrors e'er shot on film, I watched Impale And Kill Over again, an eighties kung-fu flick, and realized Montoro as a producer missed his calling. Don't become me wrong, 'derivative' still (as always) applies, and I tin't gauge whether Montoro's was intentionally satirical - peradventure my modernistic sensibilities mistook an actually genuine endeavor at a serious kung-fu film for a tongue-in-cheek romp - just peradventure, just maybe, Montoro (without a miraculous accident) really turned out exactly the sort of flick he wanted to make, and it was really good. James Ryan stars as Steve Chase, a globe-renowned martial artist who (presumably in the outset motion-picture show) is no stranger to getting dragged into contests of a nature that's decidedly more lethal than your boilerplate cage-match. Model/beauty-queen Anneline Kriel plays Kandy Kane - I swear this isn't a pare-flick - who drags Hunt on a quest to save her male parent, who'due south been abducted past the evil genius Marduk. Together they get together an A-Team style crew of the usual typecast-oddballs and token-any'south, who prepare out to karate-chop and roundhouse-kick their way to Dr. Kane. Marduk - who'south as comically villainous equally you'd look with a comic-book proper noun like that - kidnapped Dr. Kane to piece of work on his latest mastermind scheme for earth domination. He'south cooked up a tater-based obedience serum, and needs Dr. Kane to perfect it. Seriously, he's taking over the earth with potatoes, and if that isn't intentional comedy I don't know what to call it. Marduk'southward got an entire campus full of brainwashed youths already on the drug, who he'southward raising as his personal karate army. Once Marduk's programme ripens (heh, get it, considering potatoes?) he'll enthrall the entire globe, bold Chase, Kane and their sidekicks don't stop him. Zero about this movie, when viewed superficially, should have been enjoyable. It's got a white S African, James Ryan, all merely parodying Bruce Lee (I could never figure out whether I was supposed to believe Ryan was actually Asian). The vocalization-acting sounds like a racist's estimation of Native American mannerisms. Sexism is blatant, fifty-fifty for an eighties motion-picture show, although I'll give Montoro this: Kandy Kane is a far more than active heroine than any of his others female leads. She'd disquisitional to the plot, in fact, and gets in a few badass moments herself. Kung-fu movies accept a reputation for being cheesy and over the top; information technology's an inverse human relationship between the realism of the kung-fu, and the awesomeness of the movie, and Kill And Kill Again wisely doesn't deviate. There'south an obvious flake of realism below the choreography, but their ultimate goal was entertainment rather than believability. It's got everything we've all come to expect from these sorts of martial-arts movies: spinning kicks, backflipping equally a valid means of daily transportation, parkour inspired wall-flips, and outright absurdism when information technology comes to how many (supposedly well-trained) combatants our heroes tin fend off and defeat all on their lonesome. As a affair of fact, Kill And Kill Again bankrupt new cinematic basis, which isn't something I thought I'd ever say virtually a Montoro production. My jaw literally dropped a couple inches when I saw it. You'll think the boring-mo spinning-bullet shots in The Matrix, I'k sure; turns out KAKA was the very first example of that now iconic shot. Even more impressively, they accomplished it all without the modern engineering The Matrix and other imitators relied on. A dolly, a camera, some plexiglass and clever lighting were basically all they used for the setup. Innovation? Montoro? My core behavior are thoroughly shaken. Kill And Kill Once again is, irksome-mo bullet sequence bated, nothing new. It isn't plowing deep into fresh narrative territory; the minimal character development isn't masking whatever biting social commentary; the cinematography'southward impressive, but it'due south an action movie, so I expect zero less. But information technology'due south fun. It's enjoyable. You can laugh at the over-the-acme kung-fu (or karate, whatever information technology's supposed be). You can dig the eighties nostalgia which is ultimately the genre'south hallmark. You tin can turn your encephalon off, kick back, and fix to be entertained with the comfortable knowledge that Kill And Kill Once again won't crave an iota of your upper-level cerebral part to fully enjoy what it has to offering. And, like me, you can say y'all finally watched an enjoyable Montoro picture show.

Before watching Kill And Kill Over again, the sequel to Kill Or Be Killed (which I oasis't seen), I'd suffered through three productions by Edward Montoro: Day Of The Animals, Grizzly, and Mutant. Each picture show left me with that unpleasant feeling in the pit of my tum that started cropping upwardly quondam in my late twenties: the noesis that I'grand definitely going to die ane day, that feeling that life is brusque, and the suspicion that - partially considering of movies similar the three same - I've all but wasted my allotted span hitherto. So it's non hard to imagine my mindset when Impale And Kill Once again's opening credits rolled, and there was Montoro's proper noun plastered across the screen. I'd already paid skillful money for the thing, which represents piece of work and arguably falls into that time-wasted category. Then once again, if I watched what I was sure would be an atrocious movie, that would exist another couple hours of my inevitable race to the grave spent on yet another horrendous Montoro film. Do I cutting my losses now, or truly shame myself past letting Montoro fool me a fourth fourth dimension? Patently I chose to picket it. Buried below my existential nihilism is, in fact, an optimist. My findings? Yous heard it here first: Kill And Impale Again is kung-fu gold. Well, ok, silver. But for Monotoro it might as well be platinum. It's obvious he missed his calling: subsequently watching three of the worst horrors e'er shot on film, I watched Impale And Kill Again, an eighties kung-fu pic, and realized Montoro equally a producer missed his calling. Don't get me wrong, 'derivative' withal (as e'er) applies, and I can't judge whether Montoro's was intentionally satirical - possibly my modern sensibilities mistook an actually genuine effort at a serious kung-fu movie for a tongue-in-cheek romp - but possibly, just mayhap, Montoro (without a miraculous blow) actually turned out exactly the sort of motion picture he wanted to make, and it was really adept. James Ryan stars every bit Steve Chase, a world-renowned martial artist who (presumably in the showtime pic) is no stranger to getting dragged into contests of a nature that'due south decidedly more lethal than your boilerplate cage-match. Model/beauty-queen Anneline Kriel plays Kandy Kane - I swear this isn't a skin-picture - who drags Chase on a quest to salve her father, who's been abducted by the evil genius Marduk. Together they gather an A-Squad style coiffure of the usual typecast-oddballs and token-whatsoever'due south, who set out to karate-chop and roundhouse-kick their way to Dr. Kane. Marduk - who's equally comically villainous equally you'd look with a comic-volume name similar that - kidnapped Dr. Kane to piece of work on his latest mastermind scheme for world domination. He'due south cooked upward a potato-based obedience serum, and needs Dr. Kane to perfect it. Seriously, he's taking over the earth with potatoes, and if that isn't intentional comedy I don't know what to telephone call it. Marduk's got an entire campus total of brainwashed youths already on the drug, who he'southward raising as his personal karate regular army. Once Marduk's plan ripens (heh, get it, because potatoes?) he'll enthrall the unabridged globe, bold Chase, Kane and their sidekicks don't end him. Cipher near this picture show, when viewed superficially, should have been enjoyable. It's got a white South African, James Ryan, all simply parodying Bruce Lee (I could never figure out whether I was supposed to believe Ryan was actually Asian). The vocalization-interim sounds similar a racist's interpretation of Native American mannerisms. Sexism is blatant, fifty-fifty for an eighties movie, although I'll give Montoro this: Kandy Kane is a far more active heroine than whatever of his others female leads. She'd disquisitional to the plot, in fact, and gets in a few badass moments herself. Kung-fu movies have a reputation for beingness cheesy and over the tiptop; it's an inverse relationship between the realism of the kung-fu, and the awesomeness of the moving-picture show, and Impale And Kill Again wisely doesn't deviate. In that location's an obvious scrap of realism beneath the choreography, but their ultimate goal was entertainment rather than believability. It'southward got everything we've all come to expect from these sorts of martial-arts movies: spinning kicks, backflipping as a valid means of daily transportation, parkour inspired wall-flips, and outright absurdism when it comes to how many (supposedly well-trained) combatants our heroes tin can fend off and defeat all on their lonesome. As a thing of fact, Kill And Kill Again bankrupt new cinematic ground, which isn't something I idea I'd ever say about a Montoro production. My jaw literally dropped a couple inches when I saw information technology. You lot'll think the slow-mo spinning-bullet shots in The Matrix, I'm sure; turns out KAKA was the very first instance of that at present iconic shot. Even more impressively, they achieved it all without the modern technology The Matrix and other imitators relied on. A dolly, a camera, some plexiglass and clever lighting were basically all they used for the setup. Innovation? Montoro? My cadre beliefs are thoroughly shaken. Impale And Kill Once more is, tiresome-mo bullet sequence bated, nothing new. It isn't plowing deep into fresh narrative territory; the minimal character development isn't masking any biting social commentary; the cinematography's impressive, just it'southward an action movie, so I await nothing less. Only it's fun. It'south enjoyable. Y'all tin express joy at the over-the-summit kung-fu (or karate, whatever it'southward supposed be). You tin dig the eighties nostalgia which is ultimately the genre's hallmark. Y'all can turn your brain off, kick back, and prepare to be entertained with the comfortable noesis that Impale And Kill Again won't require an iota of your upper-level cognitive part to fully enjoy what it has to offer. And, similar me, you tin say you finally watched an enjoyable Montoro pic.
Dec 24, 2014

hilariously bad chop sucky moving picture

hilariously bad chop sucky moving picture
Aug 18, 2013

An entertaining, if odd, poorly made, and less than progress pic.

An entertaining, if odd, poorly fabricated, and less than progress picture.
Oct 27, 2012

Impale or exist Killed follow up. Martial arts honor winner Steve saves a pharmacist whose work developing fuel from potatoes produces a mind command drug a man with a bad fake beard uses to create an regular army of martial artists aimed at world domination.

Kill or be Killed follow up. Martial arts award winner Steve saves a chemist whose piece of work developing fuel from potatoes produces a mind command drug a human with a bad simulated bristles uses to create an army of martial artists aimed at globe domination.
Jun 22, 2011

Sequel to Impale Or Exist Killed, although James Ryan's Steve character has a different final name here. Group of martial artists foil a madman's plot of globe domination from a mind-control drug extracted from a kidnapped scientist. Cartoonish elements fall flat and are unnecessary.

Sequel to Kill Or Be Killed, although James Ryan's Steve grapheme has a different concluding proper noun here. Grouping of martial artists foil a madman's plot of world domination from a mind-command drug extracted from a kidnapped scientist. Cartoonish elements fall flat and are unnecessary.
Jan 29, 2011

This motion picture stars me!

This pic stars me!
April 06, 2010

Kill or exist Killed follow upward. Martial arts accolade winner Steve saves a chemist whose piece of work developing fuel from potatoes produces a mind command drug a man with a bad fake beard uses to create an army of martial artists aimed at world domination.

Kill or be Killed follow up. Martial arts award winner Steve saves a chemist whose piece of work developing fuel from potatoes produces a mind control drug a man with a bad imitation bristles uses to create an army of martial artists aimed at world domination.
Dec 23, 2007

This movie is so skilful, it'due south horrible.

This movie is so good, information technology's horrible.
Dec 02, 2007

A locally produced kung fu movie? Moustaches on every male's face up? a turned up nike cap? Nib Flynn? The word kill twice in the title? Lesser line: You GOtta Æ'***in Run across It!!! real shit movie merely y'all'll bask each second ;P

A locally produced kung fu movie? Moustaches on every male person's confront? a turned up nike cap? Bill Flynn? The give-and-take kill twice in the title? Bottom line: You GOtta Æ'***in Meet Information technology!!! existent shit movie only you lot'll enjoy each second ;P