Journey
to an age of awesome magic – that’s an 80’s tagline for you!
It
is curious how 80’s pop culture was so wrapped up in the latest of things –
even the future of things. We were enamored with the latest technology, hot new
music, cutting edge music videos, etc. But there was also a strange trend of
sword & sorcery epics that hit cinemas regularly in the early part of the
decade. Maybe as we were so entranced being in the ‘now’ – parachute pants,
Culture Club and the like – that there was a secret desire for a more humbling
experience; a paean for the “good old days”. Of course, in 1983 it was not as
if one’s grandfather were alive in the Middle Ages so it is odd that fantasy
genre became as marketable as it did.
And
if any time in history could have combined the Dark Ages with smoke machines,
lasers and teased-out hair; and still make it work, it was the early 80’s.
But
then we come to Deathstalker – yes, it is spelled as one word – a film that is
almost unfair to review because everything about it reeks of awfulness. It’s as
if the sole purpose of this movie is for the audience to make fun of it – which
is going to be easy to do. To be honest, it would come as no surprise if the
entire cast and crew knew they were working on a stinker of magnificent
proportions. It really is that bad. And yet, unbelievably, three sequels were made!
The
film has a very simple plot – there is not much of one. The main character is
out in the wild raping and pillaging when an old witch somehow, randomly
contacts him telling him how to find a mystical sword that will make him
invincible. She then tells him of a villain called Munkar who has a mystical
amulet and chalice, which when combined with the aforementioned mystical sword,
would make the bearer… even more invincible?
Munkar
is holding a tournament to find the most powerful warriors in the land – this way
he can kill them and have no competition when he finds the powerful sword.
Since Munkar is a wizard – and an evil one at that – he has already prophesized
about Deathstalker having the sword. If he can kill him in the tournament, he
can get the sword and be all-powerful. Or at least the most invincible-est
wizard ever. But things don’t really go his way and Deathstalker gets both the
amulet and the chalice and shoots a green laser from the sword and the movie
ends.
The
official trailer will show you all you need to know. Unless you want to see boobies
and then you have to sit through the entire film
A deep and multi-layered story for sure but let us turn our attention to the Deathstalker himself.
The
central character is a bulked-up thief, murderer, and womanizer. With all these
attributes, it truly dazzles that he is the ‘hero’ of the film. And of course,
the fact that the hero’s name is Deathstalker should make you question why we
are rooting for him anyway – it’s just not the name for a hero is it? And let’s
not forget the whole womanizing, stealing, killing thing going on.
Let’s
pause there and look at how women are treated or thought of in this film.
Mostly it comes off as a complete narcissistic (and chauvinistic) male fantasy
– the sex and nudity are completely over the top! The women are there only to
delight the men in the film as every woman (save one) is a sex slave in Munkar’s
lair. And the men most certainly take advantage of this fact - breasts are constantly
bared for no real reason and the sex happens often; just to give us something to
look at! The gorgeous Lana Clarkson – bare-breasted under her very open robe - makes
for quite the appealing warrior. All one can say after looking at her nubile
frame is, “burn in hell Phil Spector”!
Even
Deathstalker himself partakes in the pleasures of the flesh; in fact, his
normal stance goes something like this: “Hi, my name is Deathstalker and I just
ripped your top off. I didn’t get your name but you can tell me after we have
sex.” He’s a smooth talker all right. It is possible that in 1983, this would
barely have raised an eyebrow but 30 years later, it is quite surprising.
The
gore spews freely – including a little creature in a box that eats a man’s
eyeball – but the action is fairly tepid. The campy special effects are also
completely fake-looking - like the miscellaneous trolls and beasts that look
like men in cheap rubber suits sprayed in a clear slime, because fake creatures
look much more real if they are covered in shiny goo.
And
then there’s the pig man. Piggy looks like one of the Gamorrean guards from
Jabba the Hutt’s palace in Return of the Jedi. At one point, we find him
sitting at the dinner table, looking with disgust at the cooked wild board
spread out before him. As he takes in the gastrointestinal debauchery on the
table, he surely must be contemplating the irony of his existence, living in
Mukar’s dungeon, a mere minion for the evil wizard, cast out from his native
lands by the other pigs who shunned him for walking upright - and not possessing
the body of a pig. But the conflict wells up within him as he picks up the boars
head on a stick – and starts eating it! Sweet revenge? Hunger? Discuss among
yourselves.
And
there it is – far too many words devoted to a single, horrendous film that time
has mostly forgotten. But I really must leave it here as I am currently seeking
out a copy of Deathstalker II.
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