Deathsport
Within ten minutes, a loincloth and cloak clad David Carradine has pew pew noised a bunch of soldiers with both a sword and a laser gun and someone else has disintegrated a whole horse, all to some discordant funk. That’s a really good start if you ask me.
A not-sequel to Death Race 2000 that doesn’t seem to get far beyond “we could do motorbikes versus laser swords?”, even by Corman standards this is half baked and kind of half assed. I can see why Carradine regretted making it but y’know, I’m also sort of glad he did make it because the dialogue is a joy.
It is total fantasy (!) film nobody should have to read this with a straight face stuff, wedged into something vaguely science fiction-ish, making the stilted readings all the more enjoyable. The dialogue is honestly no worse than a whole bunch of VHS era fantasy films in my book but that absolutely does not stop it being funny.
There’s strobing, there’s titties, there’s concrete, proper Buck Roger’s helmets, there’s a murder disco dance??? And did I mention there’s strobing? And explosions! So many explosions. And cannibal mutants.