Directed by Hal (Smokey and the Bandit) Needham, and set in the far-flung future of the 1980's, Barry Bostwick, dressed in jumpsuits so nauseatingly tight you can see what side he dresses on, leads a top-secret mercenary force against an oppressive dictator who rules over a country that looks an awful lot like a vacant dirt lot behind a shopping mall in New Mexico. While it's common knowledge that bad movies can often be enjoyable in a fun way, this obscenely bad production is so lame, no amount of audience wisecracks can make it watchable. Needham shows a complete lack of directing ability with battle scenes so disjointed, they seem more like endless stretches of dune-buggies overturning. If, by chance, you do end up viewing this, try to make it to the very end to see one of the most inexcusable uses of blue-screen technology ever committed to film. Man, am I glad the 80's are over.
