NIGHTMARE AT NOON - Thought I'd get in on the slight Mastorakis vibe that's been going on a bit recently (thanks Dem et al). I'm really glad I did - this is exploitation action trash gold. A township is besieged by some kind of US government biochem experiment (rather offensively embodied by Brion James as 'The Albibo') which results in the locals doing a sub-Romero 'Crazies' routine with added extra 'green blood'. Wings Hauser and some guys lead the fight back. I imagine that the average MTDS wet dream might contain slightly more 'blowing shit up' (together with some unspeakably cthulhoid roughieness), but yeah, shit does blow up. This is about all you'd want out of an eighties video rental pick up. In fact, it exemplifies things. The dregs of a thousand otherwise fruitless teenage nights in must have been sizzled, electrified and justified by this blizzard of meaninglessness. I'd go as far as to say that exactly that happened to me, once - but,... in a weird way, it's almost like this film doesn't exist - apart from in the imagination, as a projection of what this kind of film is supposed to be like. You know, they never pan out the way they're supposed to - but this one does. Typical, but so strangely unique, its own parallel world. This is what eighties trash was meant to be like. IT wasn't, but THIS is.
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