Return of the Roller Blade Seven

I love bad movies. I'm addicted to them. Give me a Troma film, or even a Fred Olen Ray flick and I'll curl up happily for the next 90 minutes.

This is not a bad film. I'm not even sure it is a film. A film would have a plot that I could describe to you in order to help you. There is no plot.

It has big name actors like Joe Estevez and Frank Stallone. Big names, not big talents. Estevez sits around mumbling, perhaps trying to emulate Marlon Brando from Apocolypse Now, but more resembling that guy who sits down the end of the crowded bar with nobody near him...

Not sure what the rest of the people do. It scared me to watch. There was some rollerblading, but it seemed to be set out in the desert, so I'm not sure how they went very far.

I have to stop. Memories of this (like the filmmakers) should be locked away for all time...