Back in the day I was obsessed with Charles Band’s low
budget horror and sci-fi film company Full Moon Pictures. All the movies
released on their label went direct-to-video, and even though they were cheap
and hokey they were entertainingly schlocky little curiosities. There were
plenty to choose from like Subspecies,
Dollman, Trancers, Seedpeople, Doctor Mordrid, Demonic Toys, Castle Freak
and their crown jewel, Puppet Master
and its endless sequels. Over the last 15 years their movies have declined in
quality and watchability. I’m sure they still have their fans, but after seeing
such crap as Head of the Family, Arcade, Shrunken Heads, Hideous!,
The Creeps (which I saw in 3D at a
traveling roadshow hosted by Band himself) and the final nail in the coffin known
as Trancers 6, I gave up on the
company and never bothered with them again.
I recently purchased a BluRay set that contained HD versions
of the first three Puppet Master
films, and there were advertisements for a new film in the series called Puppet Master X: Axis Rising. It looked
sleazy and silly, but it also reminded me of the company’s glory days in the
early/mid-nineties. I decided to give it a rent.
Picking up where the previous film (Puppet Master: Axis of Evil) left off during WWII, wannabe soldier
Danny (Kip Canyon) and his girlfriend Beth (Jean Louise O’Sullivan) learn that
Toulon’s puppet Tunneller has been taken by the Nazis. The power hungry
Commandant Moebius (Scott Anthony King) and his vixen sidekick Uschi (Stephanie
Sanditz) have kidnapped a prominent scientist, Dr. Freuhoffer (Oto Brezina),
who they want to create a way to reanimate dead soldiers to help the Reich win
the war. After giving him the puppet, Frauhoffer uses what he learns from it to
create a whole new set of dangerous living Nazi puppets that he hopes will
appease his abductors.
Yeah, it’s Cheeseville, WI. But it’s entertaining and that’s
all I asked of this film. There is zero story or plot, just excuse after excuse
to see the puppets do their thing. The sets are all the same location, only
redressed to look like an office or a laboratory or a meeting hall. The
costumes are lame, the dialogue is ultra-hokey and the acting is shamefully
bad. But this is what I loved about the Full Moon films of old and it was nice
to see a flick from them that wasn’t about creepy incest, morbid freaks of
nature and gratuitous awkward nudity, which is what turned me away in the 90s.
Having not watched a film in this series since 1998s
craptastic Curse of the Puppet Master
I’m not exactly current on the series’ storyline, but I was able to catch on
pretty quickly regardless. While there isn’t much going on that I would call
“amazing” it managed to keep my attention due to how bad some of it was, from
the horrible German accents most of the villains use to the over-the-top racism
of one of the new puppets, Kamikaze. Think of a Japanese man with bright yellow
skin, buck teeth and slits for eyes who wanders around with a bomb strapped to
his chest while constantly mumbling “Hi-yah!” and you’ll get the picture.
There were two moments that made this whole movie worthwhile
for me: The revelation of a female Nazi puppet’s secret weapon and a couple of
puppet fights. There will be spoilers
here, so be warned. The busty Uschi is killed by Moebius when he catches
her making out with the elderly Dr. Freuhoffer (another hilariously awful
scene), and the good doctor promptly injects her consciousness into a puppet with
her likeness called Bombshell. Once reborn, the doctor introduces his newest
creation to Moebius for a demonstration of her abilities. Once I heard
Frauhoffer mention her “special talents” I said aloud “Please let it have
something to do with her tits”, and a second later her metal bra dropped to
reveal twin guns that annihilated a number of targets. The smile I was wearing
was from ear to ear. Bombshell has a few fights with Leech Woman that weren’t
fist fights, but full on cat fights! I’m talking bitch slapping, hair pulling,
scratching and high pitch squealing. Amazingly hysterical!
Some of the unintentional comedy comes from the cheapness of
the production, like when Danny attends a ceremony where he is presented with
an award from a General that he claims is “rarely bestowed upon a civilian”,
but there’s absolutely no one there to see it besides his girlfriend and the
cranky Seargent Stone. Stone, another source of comedy. Actor Brad Potts just
doesn’t seem to be able to keep a straight face while reciting his period
dialogue, so whenever he calls a woman “toots” or some other old ass derogatory
term the editor cuts away just as a smile starts to form on his goofy looking
mug. The campy over sexualized antics of Uschi are tops as well. Watching her
continually trying to seduce the fragile old doctor while her cleavage
constantly threatens to burst her shirt open had me in stitches. I also got a
laugh out of the introduction of one of the Nazi puppets. There are four of
them: a robot tank called Blitzkrieg, Bombshell, Kamikaze… and a werewolf. Yes,
a random werewolf called Wehrmacht. All of them were war themed except that one
and it caught me off guard. Really off guard. So much so that I almost choked
on the falafel I was eating due to laughing so hard.
This film falls nicely into the “So Bad It’s Kinda Awesome”
category. I can’t honestly say that it’s a good movie, but if you look at it
from a certain perspective there is a lot to enjoy here. It’s silly and purely
awful on most counts, but that’s the fun of these flicks. Their flaws have a
certain charm that is irresistible to those that can appreciate it. I happen to
be one of those people.
3 out of 5
Note: The ending promises another sequel. I can’t wait.
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