Mini-Review: The opening act is marked by these roaming scuzz-verite shots of Ford-esque landscapes set to discomfiting ambient music, which create an indelible sense of tension that pit a rapidly modernizing world against a grudging respect for the simple & brutal justice of the ancients. It's too bad all this tension is utterly destroyed every time someone tries to act or convey a plot point in any way. Luckily (?) it turns to senseless gore and violence in the end. Cool movie.

Mini-Review: Some really memorable images to be found here, especially any scene where the aquatic Nazi zombies rise slowly from their watery graves. Didn't even realize until it was over that there's almost no blood to be found here, yet the dread is palpable throughout. Very sleepy in spots, but surprisingly solid for what it is, and helped along by its sparse low-budget synthesizer score.

Mini-Review: Actually worth watching for the chemistry between Rourke and Johnson, which ranks among the best buddy pairings I've seen. It's not hard to see why this bombed commercially; the dystopian plot elements are too weird for the action crowd but too half-assed/not weird enough for the cultists. I think it wants to say something about dying masculine archetypes but the script didn't really run deep enough. Anyway, nowhere near as bad as it looks.

Mini-Review: The only draw here is watching the charismatic and surprisingly brotastic Lee break piles of human boards. The pacing is dreadful and the inanity of the plot had me shaking my head in disbelief. There's a few nicely composed shots here and there, but the only message I came away from this film with was that Bruce Lee was a fucking badass. Which for all I know makes this a success.

Mini-Review: More effective as a slow-burn thriller or horror movie than a concert film, even when you know what's coming. The MSG footage is absolutely necessary to give this any sense of narrative -- showing the charismatic, larger-than-life Jagger captivating the audience, in perfect contrast to the lost young man at the end of the film staring hopelessly into a sea of humanity, weakly pleading with the Altamont crowd to "get it together."