Patrick Swayze comes over all spiritual in a post-apocalyptic world of mullets and leather (yes, it was made in the '80s), playing a sword-wielding nomad of few words and fewer facial expressions.
One of the lesser entries in an overcrowded genre, Lance Hool's machismo-by-numbers pic starts out by pitching a tent in dusty Mad Max territory, then goes on to revisit a thousand Westerns and stumble through sets strangely reminiscent of Iron Maiden videos. As such, it's amusing in a cringeworthy kind of way, but the overriding impression is that of a John Milius wet dream. Diluted.
DVD Extras:
Trailer, poor-quality stills and a Swayze biog make for an unsurprisingly perfunctory selection. It's made even worse by the two Making Of features, both of which shamelessly retread the exact same clips and soundbites.
