I began a whole lot of reviews during that year or so when I never posted anything, but they all seemed to fall apart on me about a page in at best. One of the things I want to do this year is to finish as many of those as are worth salvaging. Not everything in this current update falls into that category, but I’m sufficiently satisfied with the ones that do to feel confident that the project is worth pursuing further:
The Blood of Heroes (1989), in which not even the end of the world can save us from organized sports…
Frankenhooker (1990), which makes me oddly nostalgic for urban blight…
Hello, Mary Lou: Prom Night II (1987), in which all your darkest suspicions about would-be prom queens are confirmed…
Homoti (1987), in which rank opportunism and nonexistent intellectual property laws are for once insufficient to explain a painfully cheap Turkish copy of a Hollywood blockbuster…
and…
The Sword of the Barbarians (1982), in which it turns out there’s a limit to even the Italian appetite for throwing good money after bad.
I really thought I would like 
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One of the last gasps of the legendary Crown International Pictures, 
While