This movie has so many faults. But why do I love it so much? First off the position of the bad guys is never really explained. I mean who exactly are the windmill people? What makes Buddy flip around when the kid cries? (Amen to the reviewer who mentioned the kid's psychotic episode inducing moan) Just what exactly happened at the end? The music is great but at certain times does not feel fitting for the situation. Buddy repeats the same lines over and over as if that will make them cooler. (ex. Float away little butterfly, swell, etc.)
However, there is so much to love. The instant Falcon appeared on the screen as Buddy, the kung fu rocker, I was amazed. I kept thinking to myself, "dang, this guy is awesome". The scenery and photography is gorgeous. As to a comment about erotic photography I did notice that there was a similar scene. Buddy and the kid are standing on opposite sand dunes. It looks like a pair of boobs to me, but that's just me.
As for the guy that complains that Death was given a wussy guitar, that seems to be the point to me. Heavy Metal is contrasted with Rockabilly and Surf Guitar. The director obviously prefers the latter, and so do I.
The dubbed voices are cheesy, but that doesn't make it any less cool. I loved the too short segment involving the "windmill god" himself. But what was with that kid who kept saying, "Tag! You're It!" To get all the nuances of the film you probably have to be an anime, hong kong, mad max, Sergio Leone junkie. I liked the fact that the movie was bloodless. It helps to keep the fun factor high.
This movie is just what the world needs. Meteor destroying the Earth, bah! A pale remake of a giant rampaging lizard, forget it. Take a trip back to the fifties when rock was revolutionary.
