Author's note: This is the first Fermented Film entry written on my fancy pants new laptop. Its a Mac Book and it cost me a smooth $1300. I also wanted to note that I keep several loaded guns on me at all times, and that this Mac Book is equipped to play "Living La Vida Loca" at top volume endlessly if it is ever stolen. So keep that in mind while you contemplate making the trip all the way to Saskatchewan to steal this fancy pants ass Mac Book. Also, writing a Fermented Film review with my fancy Mac Book poses problems. As I don't write these things in an academic setting,
it will be resting on my lap while I imbibe. This poses
some challenges. I really don't want to spill anything on this damn thing. Well, we'll see. I might have to go back to writing these things on my Game Boy. That is all, now enjoy the
Ninja III: The Domination. 1984, Rated R. Directed by the Venerable Sam Firstenberg.
Olde English 800. 40 Oz. $2.25 at Woody's Liquors, Somerville, Saskatchewan.
Olde English is THE 40. Delicious, smooth and packs that malt liquor punch. This heady brew is responsible for the lives of millions of my brain cells. Baseball has Babe Ruth, Wrestling has Hulk Hogan, Weed has Cypress Hill and Malt Liquor has OE. The 40 for all seasons.
I settled down to finally view the infamous "Ninja III: The Domination" and enjoyed the unmistakeable hiss of my 40 of OE as I cracked the top.
Word to the wise: if a movie is from the years 1983, 1984 and 1985 and its a Golan-Globus production, there is a nine in ten chance that it will be incredible. This film continues the Golan-Globus tradition of excellence and improves upon it. It is quite simply one of the most bizarre, entertaining films I have ever seen. I know I'm getting a little ahead of myself by declaring that right now. But before I can even begin to delve into this mind blowing viewing experience, I have to get that out of my system. This movie is the balls.
It opens with an Asian American guy in a business suit walking into a cave. He opens a glowing rock and it is full of ninja weapons. He suits up and heads to a golf course. The first ten minutes of this movie can only be described as completely amazing. A yuppie guy, apparently a politician, is out golfing with his ladyfriend and a squad of security guys. He slices and hits the ball toward some bushes. The ninja steps out, picks up the golf ball and crushes it in his hand. He beats the hell out of a security guy and thus begins a display of mayhem that rolls for a solid ten minutes. I can't even begin to describe all the great things that happen here. You're better off just watching the clip on youtube. If you can watch this and then not want to see the full movie, you're damaged:
I like how the cop calls in a 10-20, is that cop talk for a ninja massacre at the golf course? Thanks to Jack Melcher for that observation. In fact, Jack, my roommate, walked into the living room midway through this insanity and said he could only watch a couple of minutes of the movie. I rewound it back to the golf ball crushing and he wound up rooted to his chair, watching nearly the entire movie with me.
Meanwhile, hot to def 80s lady Lucinda Dickey (the white girl from "Breakin"!) is nearby, working on a phone pole (!). The dying ninja runs out and basically shoots his soul into her. I really don't want to give too too much of this movie away, as it is some of the most damn fun you'll ever have watching a movie. I really mean that. This movie is one of the pinnacles of modern American cinema. You've got the beautiful Dickey possessed by the spirit of an evil ninja. I can give that much away. Beyond that, the film is pure Gonzo B Movie lunacy, which each scene more absurd than the last. This is a ninja/cute 80s girl/slasher/exorcist/haunted house action horror hybrid that kicks more ass than a donkey.
If I were to do a scene by scene breakdown of all the ridiculous shit in this movie, this review would be the size of War and Peace.
I would hate to sound like I am condoning drinking, as some of my very good friends are sober and have had problems with the hooch in the past. But, do yourself a favor. Find a copy of this movie (which is hard, this classic isn't on Deev yet! It really should be.), settle down with some good friends and plenty of your beverage of choice. I recommend a malt liquor beverage in a large glass jug. Pop this baby in and enjoy the ride. If you know me, hell, even if you don't, get in touch and I will gladly watch this and drink with you. Utmost thanks go to Danny Cashman for letting me borrow this gem from him! Once again, THE king of crap movie collecting has proven his dominance. Mr. Cashman, I salute you.
In closing, this film is incredible, and is a Holy Grail of 80s junk cinema.