Synopsis
In the future, a warrior nun on roller skates must rescue a seer, who is to be sacrificed by a band of mutants.
In the future, a warrior nun on roller skates must rescue a seer, who is to be sacrificed by a band of mutants.
Kathleen Kinmont Rory Calhoun Cleve Hall Jack Damon Elizabeth Kaitan Sam Mann Michael Sonye Suzanne Solari Abby Dalton Johnnie Saiko Kathleen Elizabeth Leslie Marcucella Susan Henderson Mina Sanjo Norman Alden Jeffery Hutchinson Marc Siegler Chris Corso Robert A. Kline Erin Michael Johnny Topp Chris Roth Greg Miller Lisa Toothman Susan Jones Theresa Bailey
Some post apocalyptic movies explain the apocalypse, some use it as a backdrop excuse for knee high bondage boots and rollerskates in the deserts of California. The timeline on these rollerblade movies is a little confusing to me but I understand this one to be the second and it feels like Jackson just wanted an excuse to make a movie and it’s as good of an excuse as any! There are some weird fights, exaggerated character acting, bloody deaths and a few too many sexual assaults, including multiple visions of a gang rape. Is it moving the plot forward? Well, there isn’t much of a plot, so it’s arguable. Somehow, I still like these Donald Jackson joints, because they’re disjointed and…
I was watching this out of the corner of my eye when I noticed an action scene that seemed to be at odds with the dreary nothingness that is the rest of the film.
"I wonder if Steve Wang shot that." I thought to myself. "I love Steve wang."
I was right! He was second unit director. I have only written this to show off my well honed Steve Wang-Dar.
Don't watch this movie. It is not good.
I have not struggled to find a movie for this long since I was on the Cannibal Hookers search a while back. I read about this movie a couple of months ago in Fangoria #77 and just had to see it afterwards. Any movie that centers around the “Cosmic Order of Roller Blade” has got to be dope. I can’t think of a better way to spend 90 minutes than to watch a bunch of “nuns” roller skate around in a post-apocalyptic society fighting people with katanas. And yeah it was pretty sick. Kathleen Kinmont is dope.
This unfortunately never made it over to dvd or blu ray so it’s another gem that has just been lost in time. I…
2022 Cult Movie Challenge Week 1: Donald G. Jackson
This one predates his collaborations with Scott Shaw by a couple of years, and this movie lacks that weird, experimental feel to it that those movies have. Instead, this is a much more plot-focused movie. Initially, I was thinking this was a disappointment, but as the movie went on I found myself having fun with it.
The acting is all pretty amateur, as Jackson hadn't yet gotten the budget for heavy hitters like Frank Stallone and Joe Estevez that would show up in later Roller Blade movies beginning with Roller Blade Seven. But structure-wise, it played out like a spaghetti western in a post-apocalyptic setting, both things are very much in my wheelhouse.
And even though this didn't have the distinct style used in his weirder movies, this still very much feels like a Donald G. Jackson movie, further cementing my opinion that he deserves the label of auteur.
This one has slightly higher production values than the first. Which doesn't mean it's better, just slightly more polished. For Donald G Jackson films, that means a layer of charm has been stripped away. Speaking of stripping, it's still as exploitative and rapey as ever but I generally preferred the first one both story and visuals wise. Yes. I'm serious. So what happens? A bunch of goons kidnap women for potential buyers. An important "seer" gets taken and it's up to the Roller Blade Warriors to rescue her. You don't have to be a "seer" to see where this is going.
It was to the first movie's credit that even with a lot of bare skin it wasn't too seedy. The flavour has changed somewhat here, and while there is still a bit of the magic in some scenes, the gross dude gang is not a good time. Go forth, and skate the paths of righteousness, my bredren.
Strikingly similar to Wheels of Fire, which also features a woman-warrior struggling to protect a telepathic individual in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, and also brought to mind Cries of Ecstasy, Blows of Death but I think that's just because both movies feature scantily-clad ladies in the desert.
This movie isn't great. It's a pretty standard post-apocalyptic knock-off action flick with babes, full of I-wish-it-was-average acting and set pieces that imply a very low budget. Unlike Wheels of Fire, and unfortunately, we get a head start on the '90s by featuring unnecessary Dutch angles and wacky villains, especially the asshole with a mohawk, he was painfully annoying.
The film's description uses the word "nuns" based on the traditional definition: the main character…
Roller Blade Warriors: Taken by Force is the second in the five plus strong series of post-apocalyptic friggin' roller blade movies helmed by Donald G Jackson, a director who was apparently known as the Ed Wood of the straight-to-video market - that's saying something!
At this point, Jackson had already produced the successful "Rowdy" Roddy Piper post-apocalyptic goof-fest Hell Comes to Frogtown and, therefore, had a significantly larger budget for RBW:TbF than he did for the original Roller Blade. This afforded the production such luxuries as "live sound" and "faded name actors".
Personally, I feel like it steps out of the truly bizarre realms of the first film into a more quirky type of film (mostly by virtue of the…
Oof. That was rough. Would only recommend for anyone who's a fan of Kaitan and missed this one. I loved seeing Johnnie Saiko in it because I've always loved Kung Fu Rascals. Seeing him in this reminded me of that flick and the fact that it's been way too long since the last viewing. May have to pull that up soon.
Discovering the original Roller Blade 1986 was a quasi-religious experience for me. I can't recall being as charmed by the unapologetically ramshackle weirdness of a movie before or since and it remains a favourite. Foremost, the sequel is more competently made which in turn makes it less weird and outside of the setting and some of the visuals it is a pretty conventional B-movie by comparison. Gone is the fever dream produced by its strange ideas and shoestring execution. I admit I honestly wasn't expecting lightning to strike twice with the sequel and this in itself I'd be fine with, more Roller Blade? I'm happy, there's still a lot to love. However, my main gripe is this. Without the tonic of intoxicating wacko film-making the sexual violence comes off far more distasteful by virtue of the more straight forward presentation and somewhat spoils the experience.
Donald Farmer appears to have two fairly distinct segments to his career - pre and post meeting Scott Shaw. This is from the (much shorter) pre-era, and is therefore sort of a normal movie, just not very interesting or fun to look at or well-acted or anything like that.
Farmer claims his roller-blade obsession came from seeing hotties at Venice Beach, just after moving to LA, but there has to be more to it than that. Or maybe there isn't. Who knows? Anyway, this is a "sequel" to 1986's "Roller Blade", about a post-apocalyptic future where The Order Of Rollerblade, a female-dominated "religion", is just sort of there, not really doing anything, and there's lots of standard guys with dirty…