Blastfighter

Proud denizens of the wild green yonder wield their God-given 2nd Amendment right to blast(fight) the shit out of deer, foxes, raccoons, and a whole lotta muskrat love, then sell the penises to the local foreigner for cold, hard cannoli. A disgraced ex-cop teams up with a daughter he never had to take them on. You know where this is going. OR DO YOU!??!? (Hint: You do.)

Oh, Blastfighter, you beauty. You unashamedly cheesy, macho, testosterone-filled abortion of a B-movie. Ripping off the likes of Rambo, Deliverance and Bambi, with a body count even higher than your laugh count. The dialogue may be the most stilted ever captured on film, Michael Sopkiw's ass may have as much screen time as his glorious mustache. But the way the film builds to its final, blast-fighting crescendo, is something many veteran directors can still only dream of. Ridiculous and amazing.

Guy running around with the Modern Warfare 2 SPAS-12. All the synth and bee gees penned country songs you would ever want. I'm just gonna assume all the deer died of natural causes and that one deer was a puppet. "Hey but like a dozen people were horribly killed" I don't care!

Started watching this to discover that the DVD was in Italian (which I have a limited grasp of), with only Scandinavian subtitles. I'd have put it off, but the banjo guy from Deliverance showed up, and then George Eastman, so I stuck with it. It's actually pretty good, if ludicrous, and plays like a more-fun Deliverance/Rambo mash-up. If you like unloveable rednecks getting killed then this is for you. The ending was pretty wacky - it might have made more sense if I could speak better Italian.

Directed by the son of great Mario Bava. This was apparently first intended as as sci-fi movie, but turned into an outrageous Rambo/Deliverance rip-off instead. It's quite hilarious to see a bunch of Italians acting as rednecks who are always up to a little manhunt in exchange for free beer. The film takes a while to get going, but delivers the goods in the end. Plus points for the setting and landscapes; this part of U.S is not utilized on film that much these days.

It takes more than 2/3s of the film for Blastfighter to start blastfighting.

Over the top and ridiculous and not always in a good way. I spent just as much time laughing at the movie as I did cheering it on.

Enjoyable Italian Deliverance-Rambo mashup by Mario Bava's son. It has some major continuity errors and plot holes, unfortunately mostly in the action packed final 20 minutes. Dropping the ball after an in parts well directed set-up.

I like Eastman and Sopkiw but unfortunately this is not a very entertaining film. I saw it yesterday and I've already pretty much forgotten it.

"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM? I'M A SON OF A BITCH... who wants to be left alone." This is quite charming. 80s action by Mario's son. It has some huge flaws and is filled up with cliches, but/and contains small moments of near-pure cinema.