I watched MST3K riff on another Steckler film "The Incredibly Strange Creatures"; it was a bizarre, gormless mess. So when I heard he'd done another one, which had an even bigger reputation as a goofy trash classic, I was sure it would be mind-blowingly stupid. I could hardly wait to discover how stupid it actually was.
Well, I finally found it on YouTube, and found it was...actually way better than "Creatures". The parts that were supposed to funny were actually funny, in a Goon Show/Benny Hill chase kind of way. And the big "party" scenes were disjointed but had a groovy swinging/pretty girls dancing/rockabilly hep cat feel. I sort of wished I could be there, in fact.
Incredibly cheaply made of course, and the stalker/kidnapping scenes were creepy, misogynistic, and overlong. Steckler should have tossed the "straight" crime scenes and inserted Rat Pfink into the movie about 20 minutes earlier. Reading about the background to the movie, I can now see why he didn't. But he should have.
But watching Rat Pfink charge into battle cheerfully shouting (via unconvincing dubbing) "FIGHT...CRIIIIIME!" appealed to my inner 8 year old. That's about what I would have done when I was a little boy (if I had access to a motorcycle/side car combination).
Pointless, goofy fun.
Well, I finally found it on YouTube, and found it was...actually way better than "Creatures". The parts that were supposed to funny were actually funny, in a Goon Show/Benny Hill chase kind of way. And the big "party" scenes were disjointed but had a groovy swinging/pretty girls dancing/rockabilly hep cat feel. I sort of wished I could be there, in fact.
Incredibly cheaply made of course, and the stalker/kidnapping scenes were creepy, misogynistic, and overlong. Steckler should have tossed the "straight" crime scenes and inserted Rat Pfink into the movie about 20 minutes earlier. Reading about the background to the movie, I can now see why he didn't. But he should have.
But watching Rat Pfink charge into battle cheerfully shouting (via unconvincing dubbing) "FIGHT...CRIIIIIME!" appealed to my inner 8 year old. That's about what I would have done when I was a little boy (if I had access to a motorcycle/side car combination).
Pointless, goofy fun.