I'm not a great fan of post-Apocalypse movies, but this was a seriously bad film in every way. The big bang didn't seem to have destroyed all the vegetation, because between barren stretches of rocky landscape in the 'northern tundra' there were some nice green lush areas where the good guys - and the good gal - could wander in their Dr Who reject costumes. Fanny Bastian as Doaiva spent most of the film in old bits of animal fur and rags, but when she was getting together with the hero, Jake, played with an astounding lack of range by Jolyon Baker, a pretty dress materialised from thin air and she pranced around in that for one brief scene. Jurgen Prochnow played Duke, a somewhat elderly leader of a much-feared - or so we were told - biker gang. All they did was ride around doing a kind of 'scare the old ladies and show how tough we are' impersonation but still, they were apparently the scourge of the surviving world. The music was loud and intrusive. Duke wore an eagle's head on top of a kind of improvised Viking helmet and an old lady kept telling Duke he was going to end up dead, which wasn't exactly difficult to foresee from the first minute he appeared. The 'twist' at the end was obvious from the start, and if I'd filmed it in my back garden using neighbours for actors, I'd still have thought I'd made a bad job of it. Very disappointing.
