Australia’s Body Melt, from 1993, feels like a movie designed to be a punk rock cult classic. It has the requisite absurdity, complimented by characters’ blasé acceptance of all the strangeness. It has weirdos and straights, a frenetic pace, and only a passing commitment to its plot. It’s kin to Repo Man and Street Trash — another entry chronicling the glorious downfall of western civilization.
Philip Brophy directed and wrote (with Rod Bishop, who also produced), and an ensemble cast stars as the beleaguered residents of Pebbles Court, a liminal cul-de-sac in a Melbourne suburb, and the scientists who toy with them. Continue reading “Body Melt”

Outsider filmmakers with a dream are the best kinds of filmmakers. These are the folks who get it into their heads to make a movie regardless of massive obstacles. All the things that make filmmaking difficult are mere challenges to overcome, annoyances to bypass. What requires a small army to get done in Hollywood, they do themselves. Of course, the final product betrays the humble nature of these movies, even when they are 127 minutes of bombastic insanity.
Short of watching a mockbuster from The Asylum or its ilk, one would be hard-pressed to find a film that is more of a ripoff of a big time Hollywood production than Robowar, from Italian auteur Bruno Mattei. The victim in this case is Predator. From characters, to plot, to location, to certain scenes, all the way down to individual lines of dialogue, Mattei squeezed everything he could out of Predator short of being sued into oblivion. The only major change was substituting a rogue bionic soldier for the alien hunter