Roadflower

Yes, you read the title right. As a massive Terminator fan, I wanted to check this out as it was scripted by Tedi Safarian, who is the man (or one of them) behind the script for T3. This movie is so bad it has dented all of my expectations for the new Terminator movie as the story lacks a complete sense of direction.

Basically, we are introduced to two families driving through the desert. A bunch of psychos follow them and drive past them at breakneck speeds, shortly before taking them hostage. Why? Sure they are crazy but it still doesn't make any sense at all!

The entire film has the atmosphere of those god awful tv movies (take Motorcycle Gang for example) and despite a relatively well-known cast, fails to deliver on every level. In the end you find yourself rooting for the bad guys as Christopher Lambert's acting is just terrible, not to mention the look on his face.

However, credit is due where credit is due. The lead 'Road Killer' Cliff is played with genuine menace by Craig Sheffer as is David Arquettes character of Bobby.

Good characters still ain't enough though to salvage this mess of a film and to be perfectly honest, you are better spending 100 minutes of your life cutting grass with a pair of scissors.

All in all, The Road Killers (or Roadflower as it is known in the UK) wins itself a meagre 3 out of 10.

Every now and again when I am drunk I stumble upon this film again. It is pretty fun. I like it. It is not great by any means but it is fun. A good Saturday afternoon movie.

From the ridiculous IMDb rating of less than 5.0, I had zero expectations for "The Road Killers". This movie is definitely one of the most underrated films I have reviewed. Craig Sheffer's psycho, Charles Manson-like performance, rivals some of the best bad guy actors out there, and instantly brings to mind several of Don Stroud's villainous characters. Christopher Lambert fans will no doubt be disappointed, as Sheffer completely dominates film. There are moments of dark humor throughout, some unexpected developments, and a bang up conclusion on the train tracks. The supporting cast is a real mixed bag, with the late Adrienne Shelly most memorable. I am definitely pounding the table for this unknown gem. - MERK

Road Flower, Road Flower. A neat name, evocative and enigmatic, it just doesn't quite hook you in. Centred on a family travelling through the desert who p!ss off some travelling scumbags and end up in all sorts of trouble, it's a fun b grade joint with a few rewards for those with the patience for this kind of thing. And worth noting that this is one of those little seen b pictures that appear to have an eclectic cast through the passage of time, with Michelle Forbes, Josh Brolin, David Arquette and Joseph Gordon-Levitt, all of which have gone on to some kind of wider fame. Gordon-Levitt doesn't make much of an impression here, probably since he was pretty young at the time, but Brolin and Arquette both do well, with the latter being an infinity less irritating than he was in the Scream franchise despite here playing what on paper should be a very irritating character indeed, a sort of dopey idiot savant type in thrall to the main baddie, a wonderfully snarling and maniacal Craig Sheffer. Brolin is a conscience of sorts to the general villains, and pretty sympathetic too, off centre enough to be a little creepy, but with a scared likability to him. The nominal lead here is Christopher Lambert, who is pretty wooden, not especially good but has a certain presence, watchable enough. The film is at its best when dealing with its antagonists though, and the writing is often pretty entertaining, some dialogue made me chuckle out loud and I was generally smiling, there are even one or two surprises in amongst the formulaic set up too. The film moves at a smart pace, looks pretty nice and is even intermittently stylish, too many punches are pulled in terms of the violence but it still muster effective tension, it's a pretty fun ride while it lasts. Director Deran Sarafian clearly knows his way around this sort of film but the action is sometimes irritatingly edited and the film is too skewed in favour of its villains for the audience to feel much for the imperilled family. The directors dad Richard (Vanishing Point) pops up briefly and brother Tedi wrote the script, so its kind of a Sarafian family picnic. This film sure ain't a patch on Vanishing Point though. Anyhoo, this is worth a look if it turns up on late night TV or any other time where you have nothing better to do. Won't change anyones world, but it is kinda cool at times. 6/10 or something.

This one reminds me of the outer limits ultra-DIY stuff that Miramax was experimenting with in the '80s before they went "legit" with "respectable" art-house fare around 1989.

"The Road Killers" is from a few years after that but you can still see the yearning to be on the cool, cutting edge of the alternafence. It's also extremely interesting (at first, at least) because you get to see sneak peeks at very young versions of some of today's biggest actors (Josh Brolin, David Arquette, Chris MacDonald, a 7 or 8-year old Joseph Gordon-Levitt).

This film doesn't take itself seriously in the least, and that could very well have been intentional as it seems to deliberately ape the sadistic-teen-hoods-go-on-a-rampage genre ala "Hot Rods to Hell." The lead thug, Craig Sheffer (never a very good actor, unfortunately, and a very ham-fisted villain in many flicks) does and says all the hateful things at all the right times, but can't get beyond his ridiculous Motley Crue wig (I really hope it is a wig, for his sake). Brolin and Arquette have scant little to do, and the "good guys," with the exception of MacDonald, never get us very revved up to root for them in the first place.

The script is a complete disaster with long, intermittent stretches where there is no action whatsoever, and the characters are too shallow and boring to expound upon. This is supposed to be an action picture, but it ends up as more of an overlong parody of one.

A huge, wasted opportunity, as nobody had the guts to make deliberately different mainstream films back in the day, except Miramax. Now, they wouldn't touch this kind of stuff with a ten foot pole, unless it was to be helmed by Rodrigeuz or Tarantino.