I admit I was only half-watching this as it’s really not my thing. Sure, Albert Pyun (RIP) had the huevos to shove in a blender a whole slew of ’80s gimmicks — post-apocalyptic fever, an overbearing new-wave soundtrack, crazes for retro fashion and dancing — in the hopes of a hit but the result is exactly the incoherent slurry you’d expect. ★
Cross-posted from Letterboxd