Surf Nazis Must Die

I think most people hate Surf Nazis Must Die because of the whole Troma label. This is more of an interesting experimental feature closer to "The Bedsitting Room" than Mad Max. It's very well shot and the synth 80's music is interesting for a film of this type. This film should have been marketed to the Art House Crowd. It's a slow moving odd and unique film. It's a shame it fell into the hands of Troma.

Bad acting, writing, and directing sinks this garbage from Troma about a group of fascist punks who have taken over a beach. One by one, they are picked off by a vengeful black woman (Gail Neely) whom she holds responsible for her son's death. My evaluation: (no stars).

The "surf nazis" are a kind of biker-punk gang who live in a post-cataclysm Los Angeles. They have swastika marks on their faces and clothes and go by the names of famous Nazis, ie. "Adolf" and "Mengele". They are barely seen to surf, and the scenes in which they do seem uncannily like they were filmed by someone else, for something else... and somewhere else. They barely even go to the beach.

There is some rubble and abandoned buildings around the surf nazis, as you would expect in a big city after an earthquake. But there are also some interior shots of domiciles that look like they could be in "Better Homes and Gardens". Did the earthquake miss them?

The movie's lack of consistency with its locations means it fails at creating a believable world, post-apocalyptic or otherwise.

There are other gangs in the movie, and ones that seem like they might have been a little more interesting, like a group of young skateboarders who call themselves "the earth surfers - riders of the hard wave". A character who comes out of left field is the African-American mother of a young man who was supposedly killed by one of the surf nazis.

There is also barely any violence in the film, or effects of any kind, though there are a few flashes of bare breasts. The movie has one undeniably violent scene toward the end, where a girl is hit with a speedboat. The collision isn't particularly bloody, but then we see her decapitated head floating in the water.

However unrealistic, at least it gave me something to write about here in an otherwise boring film. It took me until the end of the movie to realise that the surf nazis were supposed to be the bad guys. The film is an alleged exploitation classic. It's statements like these that the word "alleged" was invented for.

When I first heard about this movie, I thought it would be the greatest movie ever made. First of all, it's called Surf Nazis Must Die. Second of all, it's about an old fat black lady seeking revenge against a gang called the surf Nazis who killed her son. Third of all, it was released by Troma. It seems nearly impossible for somebody to screw this movie up, but they did. It was just one big boring scene after another and Momma Washington didn't do too much fighting with the surf Nazis. Somebody with talent needs to remake this would be tromasterpiece. This would be the end of my review but I need at least 10 lines. I don't understand why they think you can only describe a movie in 10 or more lines. And I have seen reviews that have been far less the 10 lines. How did they do that?

Folks, eat your heart out. I know Rand Hogen, who plays Teeth. His death-scream still resonates throughout Hollywood — and Bollywood, for that matter — as the model scream for all on-screen dust-biting. As for Rand himself, I know that from his incomparable acting you'd expect him to be a glitzy, world-traveling, supercilious snob, but he's actually quite a nice guy. (Thought the same can't be said about his brother, Rory, who, while no actor himself, fancies himself God's gift to the unevolved.) The rumor through the grapevine is that two rainmaking produces in Hollywood are bruiting about a project called Surf Nazis Are Fixin' to Die II, but it hasn't got enough funding yet. It seems to be a prequel filmed in the South on the Gulf of Mexico. I think they need to raise about $200. I sure hope that Rand gets the opportunity to reprise his role as Teeth, though by now he'll probably go by the sobriquet Dentures, which more befits a superannuated man. An Oscar awaits him, no doubt. Or at least a Reynaldo.