I feel like this is one of those ‘the director wanted one thing but Golan and Globus wanted another’ Cannon flicks because the title and the main plot conceit are garbage but the production design and cinematography are actually fantastic. Nearly everyone looks like a junkyard New Romantic in an underground industrial nightmare shot in moody browns and blues, the kind of Brazil-nodding look that Jean-Pierre Jeunet would make his calling card a few years later. But this was Albert Pyun adapting a movie poster for lunch money so he was never going to get those flowers. ★★★
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