Aw yeah! You know what kind of movie this is. The grimy. The grungy. The eighties.

It's got a real B-movie vibe, but some nice girls, some tough guys, some beach and wave and a bad-ass black lady out to avenge her dead son - thus the title.

It really wasn't that good, not the actors nor the film itself, but I still feel like I'll remember it.

Not only does it have a pretty unique title, and theme (it's based upon a book btw), but it also has some pretty individualistic actors, or characters. They may not be the best but they feel memorable, and the props (like the severed head) weren't bad.

No crappy CGI like in the modern movies here. Just violence on a budget, and to me that's totally OK.

It's not one of the most captivating movies you'll stumble across, but it has a Warriors-like vibe to it, and kept me entertained all the way despite its flaws. If you want eighties, or something different - or both, then you might like this. Just don't be misled by the cover. It's no comedy.

 rated 3/5: not bad

Port City North Carolina: During a routine camp out, a local vagrant, a former marine discovers plans for an invasion in America. When he tries to notify the local Sheriff...

Well, let's just say that doesn't go the way he hoped.

It takes a while for the movie to get to the point of the description though. Most of the movie's spent on building the main character, and though a lot of great movies spend unfortunately little time on that, this time it feels like a bit too much. But maybe it's because even the main character doesn't really have any character. Even at the end you really don't know much about him, or feel like he's been properly introduced even with the build-up.

The actors aren't bad (they've got some good names there), the story's not bad, but it takes a long time for it to build up, is full of loose ends and miscalculations (like the flag scene), the CGI's crap, and the grand finale... leave a bit to be desired.

It gets better towards the end, but doesn't really go all the way there either.

Closure please. A little bit more.

 rated 2/5: decent

It's another Steven Seagal movie! With a bit too much backstory explained via too much dialog, and way too much trying-to-look-cool without doing all that much of value.

I'm starting to recognize that as maybe the main reason Steven Seagal's B-movies are exactly that: B-movies.

Maybe the problem isn't the dialog though. The problem is they're always standing or sitting still during the dialog, and there's just too much dialog. Lack of motion? Too much. Even when they don't speak they're usually waiting, sitting, standing, panning or moving in slow-mo.

There's nothing wrong with the action, or the quality, but those parts are drawn out and superficial too, and all of this is why it's a B-movie.

They dove in deep with regard to the script, and yet that drone should've been an immediate giveaway too. Inconsistencies and 'lack-of-authenticity's.

Those aren't all that A either.

I do commend them on the lack of special effects and such stuff that fucks up so many a modern movie these days, but the superficial level of cool, the occasional misstep, and the massive plotting: there's just too much.

Maybe this would do better as a book than as a movie.

 rated 2/5: decent

Garou's going through the fire trial with this one! Level of seriousness just jumped up drastically.

Is this the OPM I know? The one I knew? The one I want? I'm not sure but it's really getting intense again, and it feels refreshingly new - even if this is exactly how it used to be. Feels like they're either back on track or they're onto something.

Can't wait for the next one.

Still going alright? Yupp. The OPM plays games, while Garou gets to gain some character. Progress going irritably slow these last episodes though...

Aw man. Had planned another six reviews and a weekly blog, but this'll have to do.

I've fixed up the rating images though. The earlier version wasn't as clear as it should've been: faded the surrounding score a bit more this time around. And my bad, it wasn't 42 reviews last week, it was just 36. Felt like 42. Six more on route to redeem that err. Week's been hectic.

In other news it's hot as hell again here, I'm testing my new fans, funneling fake coolness around the room, and I'll be going to see Sting tomorrow... unless the avenue's too packed. It's always a risk with good weather.

See y'all in time and have a good week! Gröna Lund.