Showing posts with label T.L. Bugg. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 11, 2012

T.L. Bugg’s Sunday Cult: Hollywood Vice Squad (1986)

Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, I have brought you here to the Sunday Cult to talk to you about a little thing called vice. It’s rampant on our streets, in our schools, in the hallowed halls of Washington, D.C, but no where is these scourge to common decent people more disciple than in Hollywood, California. That den of iniquity, nestled below those giant letters on the hill, an alphabetic Parthenon to sin, is a breeding ground for the scum and low life thugs that fuel violence, drug addiction, and prostitution. It’s a good thing that the boys in blue or blue jeans in this case, are out on the streets keeping people safe. Today, I’m talking about a film that details the exploits of the Hollywood Vice Squad, a ragtag group of cops looking to take down a big time criminal kingpin. Along the way, shades of Hardcore get a soft-core wash, a certain space princess goes street walker, and the Riddler comes up with some pretty dirty queries. It’s a neon tinged ride back to the era of big hair in this grind house flavored flick featuring stars both new and old as well as a director that might make you say, “No, way!”

The story revolves around Trish Van Devere as the forlorn mother Pauline Stanton. Coming to Hollywood in search of her daughter, Lori Stanton (Robin Wright), she appeals to Captain Jensen (Ronny Cox), head of the vice squad. He throws the weight of the department behind the investigation (especially once he and Stanton become an item), but that mostly means looking out for the wayward teen while the investigation is on for bigger fish. Leon Isaac Kennedy heads the film’s B-story line as Hawkins, an undercover cop trying to implicate prostitution kingpin Walsh (Frank Gorshin) on charges of slavery. In a neat fashion, the work of Hawkins, as well as street cops Chang and Stevens (Evan C. Kim and Joey Travolta) and new recruit Betty (Carrie Fisher), tie together to track Lori to Walsh’s ring of drugs, girls, and pornography.

The great thing about Hollywood Vice Squad is that it works on so many levels to achieve cult greatness. Some of the ways a film can do such a thing is to either have an old, put out to pasture star playing an inspired part,  have a film icon (with a built in cult appear), have siblings of more famous actors, or populate your film with solid character actors. In Hollywood Vice, you get all three and so much more. I can’t wait another moment to talk about Frank “The Riddler” Gorshin as the sleazebag baddie Walsh. I know in his career he has appeared in numerous great roles, but Batman is how the zeitgeist will remember him. Gorshin in Hollywood Vice Squad is the furthest thing from his spandex suited, mincing menace of Gotham. He is a lecherous toady, and I would only put Rod Stieger up there as an actor who could have filled the part better. Every moment Gorshin was on screen, his presence oozed all over the already sleazy scenarios, and the actor was clearly having a good time doing it.

Of course, the biggest “cult” film draw to Hollywood Vice Squad is probably the appearance of Carrie Fisher. The fact that she appears in full 80s hooker garb probably doesn't hurt the film’s chances of being a sought out title, but lets be honest, it’s no Slave Leia getup. Fisher appears as a minor role in the film, but there are almost no major roles to speak of. The entire film plays out like an ensemble drama. A Hill Street Blues with a bigger budget and a more exploitative verve. Joey Travolta, brother to John, appears a bit more as the plot that features him and his partner Chang, Evan C. Kim, is prevalent throughout. However Kim gets the lion’s share of the time in these parts, and he is the most consistently entertaining actor to watch. From the moment his character complains about being called a “Slopehead” when he was raised by Asian parents of Italian origin in Italian neighborhoods, I knew he was going to be something special to watch. Kim has a long and glorious history in genre films as well appearing in Megaforce, Caveman, and in The Kentucky Fried Movie.

Other than Gorshin and Kim, the best performances in Hollywood Vice Squad all come from the seasoned character actors who knew their way around genre film like it was their backyard. Ronny Cox, perhaps best remembered as the Lt. Bogomil in the Beverly Hills Cop films (which I took a look at all at The Lightning Bug’s Lair this week coincidentally), is as solid as solid can be with his portrayal of Captain Jensen. It’s by the books stuff, but Cox makes it fun to watch. Another delight, in an all too small role, was former football player and wrestler H. B. Haggerty. With his tough as nails demeanor (and soft as kitten phone conversations with his daughter) and ever-present handlebar mustache  Haggerty brought the same delightful energy to the screen that fans of him in The Big Brawl with Jackie Can will enjoy. The last actor I have to touch on in GGTMC favorite Leon Isaac Kennedy, star of the immortal Penitentiary films. Mr. Kennedy is playing it much slicker here as Hawkins a.k.a new pimp in town DeBussey. His style lies somewhere between a Michael Douglas Wall Street look and The Mack so it’s a real moment in time caught on film. He doesn't really handle any of the film’s action duties, save for one brief scene, but his performance alone makes the film worth watching.

I mentioned the director back at the beginning of this review, and I haven’t brought her up again. That’s because I really wanted to get into talking about Penelope Spheeris. From her first film in 1968, Uncle Tom’s Fairy Tales with Richard Pryor as a man accused of raping a white woman, she was working in an area of film that few women were. Unfortunately, the only known copy of the film was shredded by Pryor’s then wife who complained that he was spending too much time on it. During the late 70s, she worked as a producer on Saturday Night Live before producing and directing her own documentary, The Rise and Fall of Western Civilization, the definitive early 80s punk rock time capsule. This punk rock esthetic traveled forth into her work in film as she directed the tale of 80s punk ennui Suburbia  (which Todd reviewed back in May)and the adventure mohawk classic Dudes. The same vibe comes though in Hollywood Vice Squad which, thanks to Ronny Cox’s many warning speeches and over the top action, reeks of exploitation parody. Unfortunately, the dramatic elements come a little too hard, and the comedy misses the mark of being wry. Spheeris would go on to achieve mainstream success with Wayne’s World, a movie with an underground aesthetic too it unlike its sequel, but followed that success with kiddie fare Little Rascals and The Beverly Hillbillies. She has maintained her role as a documentarian as well directing The Decline of Western Civilization Part III about Japanese metal, Hollyweird about Charles Band and the making of Blood Dolls, and We Sold Our Souls for Rock and Roll about Ozzfest. She’s such an interesting person as a director I would love to see her come back and bring a reflective punk vibe to a new project.

Hollywood Vice Squad is not the best film you could watch with any of the three words of the title in it. Hollywood Knights, Vice Academy, and Commando Squad are all better or more entertaining films, but what Spheeris does is make a story that could entertain action audiences (both those cheering for the cops and those down with the mesh shirted thugs), stoner comedy crowds, and fans of classic exploitation elements. The problem is that, even with these elements and the ensemble cast, Hollywood Vice Squad never comes together enough to be cohesive as a good film or campy enough to keep the viewer laughing. It would benefit from a group viewing as there are many quotable and “oh, shit” kind of moments, but the reason Hollywood Vice Academy hangs on the edge of obscurity and not in the vaulted reaches of cult classic status is that it hangs firmly in its own mediocrity throughout. As a curiosity for fans of any of the parties involved (especially Frank Gorshin fans), this should be viewing to add to your list. For the rest of you brothers and sisters, today’s Sunday Cult might not have been for you, but remember you must keep all cult films in your heart. Take them in as your vice, and the world will be better for it. Amen, gentlepeoples.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

T.L. Bugg’s Sunday Cult: Karate Cop (1991)


Hello, all, and welcome to the first installment of T.L. Bugg's Sunday Cult here at The Gentlemen’s Blog to Midnite Cinema. Each week I'm going to look into a different hidden nook of cult film, and try to uncover a tucked away gem deserving of Cult status. Today’s film scores on many marks starting with the title, Karate Cop. As we all know, anything with a descriptive or noun before the word “Cop” is always worth watching. Rarely does this formula go wrong, but every so often there’s a K-9 Cop that comes along to mess with the average. Not only does the film follow in the proud footsteps of Maniac, Top, and Samurai Cops, it also contains the word “Karate” in the title, another mark of greatness to be sure. (Well, except for Karate Dog. What is it with mutts ruining my systems?) What I didn't know when I watched it was that it was a sequel to another “Cop” film, 1990’s Omega Cop directed by Paul Kyriazi (Death Machines, Ninja Busters). Thankfully, I was not lost in the all too familiar post apocalyptic background of Karate Cop. What drew me to the film initially was the tie to director Alan Roberts, who made an infamous film this very year that was recognized, for better or worse, worldwide. 

Karate Cop begins with a couple of girls, Rachel and Micca (Carrie Chambers and Vibbe Haugaard), eluding your typical Max Max-ish group of thugs. There does seem to be a large number of field hockey masks involved to set themselves apart from other sports paraphernalia street gangs, and I will give them credit for picking a lesser beloved sport. The gang, lead by the mutated lisper Snaker (Michael E. Bristow), are stopped in their tracks by, you guessed it, the Karate Cop himself, John Travis (Michael L. Marchini). The thugs get away with Micca, but John saves Rachel who offers him a warm meal back with her street family, The Freebies (who I desperately wanted to see eat Beans or have a turf war with The Beans or something.) Lincoln (D.W Landingham), who would surely have to be played by Guy Fieri in the inevitable remake, is the local top crime lord, and he’s none too happy with Travis and The Freebies. After Lincoln and his men execute Micca in front of him, John promises to help in a dangerous mission to gain a crystal needed to power a transporter, and, as you might guess, take out the scum with a well planted boot to the head. 

For what it is, a low budget action affair with enough heft to get David Carradine to cameo, but not into a main cast role, Karate Cop is not the worst way to spend an hour and a half. It’s not so much of a great way either, but little things like a countdown device gag that works, some tight, decent camerawork on the action sequences, and Lincoln’s Roman style coliseum /Thunderdome-Mini lair complete with a Mini-Master Blaster, all add up to outweigh the wooden acting. As I teased earlier, the real interesting story revolves around director Alan Roberts. Though he directed several films before Karate Cop, such as Young Lady Chatterley (1977) and The Happy Hooker Goes Hollywood (1980), and has maintained an ongoing career as an editor, Roberts will perhaps be infamously known now as the director of Innocence of Muslims. The sleaze and cult film director was hired on to make a picture called “Desert Warrior”, but with a little redubbing it became the movie that incensed a religion and fans of decent films. Exactly what Roberts knew remains somewhat unclear, and in the wake of the riots in Syria, he has completely kept a low profile. It should be said that he has not been detained, unlike producer Nakoula Basseley Nakoula a.k.a “Sam Bacille” who may or may not have simply just stolen Mr. Roberts identity. It would be quite a career to go from Happy Hookers to Karate Cops to the Salmon Rushdie of internet videos. 


Other than the director’s infamous ties, the main attraction in Karate Cop is Ronald L. Marchini. Besides appearing in the aforementioned first film in the series, Omega Cop, he generally liked to stick to two word film titles. Jungle Wolf, Arctic Warriors, Return Fire, all appear on his résumé with only Marchini’s directorial sequel Karate Commando; Jungle Wolf 3 deviating from the pattern. For an actor who carved out a place playing action lead roles, I could find little out about the man behind Karate Cop save for a listing for his out of print book The Ultimate Martial Art: Renbukai. From this I can assume he had some martial arts training, and it does show on the screen. His co-star Carrie Chambers was comely and charismatic, and I barely recognized her from her role as Allison in the 2012 unfortunate sequel Sleepaway Camp IV. The big surprise for me in the film was the David Carradine cameo. I didn't know he was in Karate Cop, and it came as a shock when he showed up as a sleazy bartender named Dad. Michael E. Bristow and D.W Landingham really ham it up as the bad guys, and they alone make the flick worth watching. 

The question I had to ask myself going into and coming out of watching Karate Cop was whether I would have cared to even seek this movie out, if not for the newsworthy connections. While I’m not sure a casual synopsis or running my eyes over the title somewhere would have grabbed me, if it did, I would have still had a pleasant time checking out a silly slice of early Nineties action. Karate Cop belongs with the other “Cop” features beloved by genre films fans, and I hope that Alan Roberts is remembered by a great many as a man who made some interesting slices of genre films and not the man who was bait and switched to produce hateful propaganda. If that is what happened, and only Alan Roberts knows for sure. No matter how he is remembered in the long run, his story is another in a long list of directors who struggled their whole career to make films, ultimately making compromises that were more compromising than they thought. It is a story of film, and it is the kind of story that makes for the richness of cult movies. Until next week, I call this meeting of the Sunday Cult adjourned.