As some reassurance that it’s not all Godard and Criterion-approved films around here, I hereby present this only slightly used review for the 1982 schlock classic.  I promise I’ll get to to that Alphaville review sooner rather than later!

There are no guilty pleasures, and yet there is a certain amount of sleazy, joyful guilt I got from watching Raw Force, aka Kung Fu Cannibals.  I imagine it’s the same sort of sleazy, guilty joy writer/director Edward Murphy (not that Edward Murphy but imagine if it was…) got as he made the film.  Take martial arts action, sleazy exploitation and supernatural horror, and sprinkle it with a small dose of sex comedy.  Give it an almost non-existent budget, populate it with a bunch of terrible but overjoyed actors and combine it with a concept straight out of the head of a nine year old weaned on cross-pollinated action figure mayhem and it STILL doesn’t come close to what ends on the screen, which is a ridiculously enjoyable B movie that gives 100%.

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