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Has your loving and affectionate child suddenly become unrecognizable to you? Does your child make you feel like you are the worst parent in the world? If so, your former spouse may be turning your child against you. Known as parental alienation or parental alienation syndrome, simply put it means your ex is manipulating and pressuring your kid to reject you. Part 2 of this series will give you the tools to recapture your healthy relationship with your child.
But first you need to arm yourself with knowledge. How does parental alienation work and how to do you spot it? Typically, your child's pattern of rejection results when your ex engages in destructive acts such as:.
Parental alienation occurs often, but not always, in the context of divorce and custody battles. No one knows how many children are exposed to parental alienation or show signs of the parental alienation syndrome, but we do know that it can happen to mothers as well as fathers, to custodial parents as well as non-custodial parents and to kids as young as toddlers or as old as teens. It is marked by sudden changes in your child's interactions with you and you'll see new personality traits begin to emerge.
Your child is filled with animosity toward you. When confronted and reminded of the good times you two once shared, she insists you two NEVER had a good relationship — although you know that is not true. Suddenly, your once-loving and affectionate child seems to fear and, in some cases, despise you. He may even be reluctant to share a meal with you as though merely being in your presence is unbearable. When you question this, your child gives you frivolous and absurd reasons for this newfound negativity.
It's all your fault. Your child acts as if the other parent can do no wrong. Everything the other parent does is perfect in his eyes — something your child never seemed to feel about your ex during the marriage. Your child seems to forgive your ex — even the most inexcusable behavior — while ridiculing you for minor flaws and infractions. Yeah, what he said. Your child consistently sides with your ex. And it seems she is following a script when she is talking about you, using some of the same labels your ex has used to describe you.
He will repeat the same words and phrases, as if he is relying on words that are not his own and may have been rehearsed beforehand. Family ties no longer bind. Your child shows no guilt about her shabby treatment of you.
And she not only rejects you, but by extension, your family as well. Formerly beloved aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents are now shunned. And your child doesn't want to attend important family events such as weddings, reunions, even funerals. Your child vehemently denies being influenced by your ex. When you note that he is using words and phrases that appear to parrot the other parent, your child dismisses you. In fact, he scoffs at the idea of being coached by anyone.
Check out Part Two of this series: My finance is going through this as we speak not only is his ex wife keeping children away his ex girfriend is keeping his daughter away from us do to the fact that he is finally happy and they cant stand it. The ex girlfriend and ex wife are best friends and his daughter isnt even with the mother she ships her off to the ex wife to keep her away from us she is only 7 years old.
They all tell this precious lady that the baby we are carrying is to replace her and that the baby is going to die. Why would anybody say such things to a child of any age it breaks our hearts.
The mother of this lady is no good she doesnt bathe the child like she should doesnt care for her at all why even have her I have been divorced since and my x-wife has turn my three kids against me by telling them that i wanted her to have abortion and that was not true that we never even talked about that.
For five years when i leaved out of state i would travel 6 hrs both ways to see my kids every other weekend for visitation and many times i would show up at my x house and they would not be home so i came all that distance for no reason or if she ways home she would tell me that she that she forgot that it was my time for a visit when i was to call them on Wednesday night they would not answer the phone.
I have so much that i could tell you but it would be a Book and all i am looking for is some help to get these kids to get out of her control and just love me. My X-wife left me and everything was find until i started dating someone else and then when i got married all hell broke loose I have always tried to be in the kids life and always paid my child support when they was younger and never was late and she has told the kids that i never paid child support and they believe everything she has told them.
I am so sorry. It is time to take him to court. They are your children as much as his. I hope you seek legal counse for all of your sakes. You are the Mother!!! This happened to me, and now I have to relationship or contact with my 16 yr old daughter. Her mother single handedly put a wedge between us.
Nothing hurts more then being pushed out of your daughters life I miss you when I love you sara!!!! God please help me get her back Hi I've got to kids I don't see and I tryed everything court contract centre but still managed to stop me seeing them I've not seem in 3 years and there is not a day or min that I think of them. My ex took my children when I was down and out but I was the only one supporting them. Got no maintenance and never sued him for it. He had them for a weekend visit only as they permqnently lived with me.
He never brought them home. Moved them almost km away from me. He has manipulated them ao badly that they now choose to be with him. Communicatiin is very hard as it is one sided. I dont even feel like a mother anymore. Yes my daughter is going through this exact thing with her son 14 and daughter12 years old. The father took the kids to dfs all three children and accused her of maultipal things.
She swears never happened. One of the accusations came back the kids lied, two different stories. The youngest daughter said mommies boyfriend touched her. So I grandma asked her I she was ever touched in her privates. Her remark was he didn't touch me there, I told daddy he didn't touch me there , but he wouldn't listen.
My daughter is now going through a custody battle. My son turns 47 this month. He has become very cold towards me, he has never been overly warm or affectionate to his father or I since he married. However he seems almost hostile towards me and I know his father phones him secretly and when my sons phone she never tells me.
I do know my son phones my husband when he has motor car problems as my husband is that business. But whenever he has phoned us it is rarely from his home. Always outside from his car or at a shopping centre. I have the feeling my husband is trying to exclude me from their conversations as he seems very furtive. I do have another son overseas and whenever we visit them he seems to try and exclude me.
He has to be the main Man. Am I being too sensitve? Knowing him as well as I do I really don't think so. How do I deal with this as I am feeling quite betrayed as my husband is sweetness itself to me, but if anyone else is around he has to be the centre of it all.
I don't wish anyone to go through this the Laws need to be change and better to help the victim instead of the aggressor who has more power over their victim by using the children and controlling everyone in the system when they have money to hire attorney and to get away with by getting a DV restraining orders do more harm to the children and the victim the emotional hurt to traumatizing to the hate the victim has to go through and one would ask did you ever reach out for help yes many times shelters where full and they would tell me he is just angry and things be ok because you all in counseling.
DV restraining order need to have prove to get one and should be investigate done. If children service involved then they meaning the courts and the attorney of the person who is requesting of DV restraining order must contact the case worker and the supervisor to make sure the facts add up if the facts don't then their should be legal consequence on filling a faults one.
I go through shock and feeling so hated not love by him love by his actions and behavior speak louder then words and the same for those who stand by him is no different, then them doing this with him.
No one seems to care the well being of my children it is emotional abused to keep a parent wrongfully away from the other parent by using the court system the laws must be change for the welfare of the children mental well being anyone wants to help change the law please contact me you never know it might be someone you love is going through this or a friend or family member be the voice for the children no parent should ever lie to take the children away from the other parent.
Please can someone answer this question for so many mums and dads in this position. Why dont the authorities recognise this and intervene? The cycle of abuse still continues and is more devastating than having stayed in an abusive marriage because at least you still have the kids.
The heartbreak, hurt and loss is inconsolable. End up losing the very children you were trying to protect and have to watch it happen. How incredibly sad to see all these comments.. I am right smack in the middle of experiencing both being alienated, and wanting to be the 'alienator. My specific alienators I have 4 children to 2 fathers, amidst 1 divorce are extremely abusive, sociopathic I finally get it now!! But this is just their 'last hurrah,' though one they will do whatever it takes to never let go of..
They've taken notes from each other.. Knowing this is their fuel..
A man had climbed up the side of the building and was trying to pry open the window. He fell to ground, injured, and disappeared into the night. We moved the next week. In , she married a rich man and we decamped to a safe, leafy North Shore suburb, far away from the dangers of wretched inner city Chicago. When a scat-sucking racist baboon on the DL threatened to cut my throat because he thought I was someone else. Naturally that is treated as normal here.
I was hitchhiking in the Southwest desert in the middle of the night and I had just read one of the Zodiac Killer books. Death was lurking behind every cactus and sagebrush I saw. I drove him several miles on a major thoroughfare and then he just hopped out like nothing had happened.
I've been militant about locking doors ever since. I'd just stopped by for half an hour to discuss some business things and a guy off the street walked through the kitchen door to the garage with a gun.
And it was a "good" suburban neighborhood. Totally random, totally terrifying. In my party days, there was one time that I drunk drove home on the freeway around 3 am not my drunkest state but still pretty drunk and I remember I just wanted to pull over the side because I could feel myself falling asleep. Well I think I went out of it before I came to a full stop and didn't brake all the way and my SUV dipped down into the shoulder of the road, which was a pretty steep slope.
I have no idea how long I was out of it -- maybe a few minutes -- but this woman had stopped her car behind me and tapped on my window to check if anyone was alive. She asked if I needed help and I was so overwhelmed I just kept saying no I'm okay, thank you. She left and I tried to reverse my SUV out of the slope and it was useless. Before I could comprehend everything happening a roving cop car came. I told him I only lived maybe 10 minutes away and he reluctantly said he'll call a tow truck and he'll wait with me.
When the tow truck got my car fixated back on the road, the cop followed me home and then just left when I arrived. He didn't give me a ticket or a warning or anything. I was certain I would die in during a safari flight between Lusaka, Zambia and our safari camp. We were being flown in light aircraft, about 8 of us, by these very young probably 20s Zambian pilots. It was most turbulent flight of my life. The other 4 or so women in the flight and I were almost crying.
Even my husband who handles turbulence like a pro was shitting himself. What made it worse was the two pilots laughing the whole entire flight like it was the funniest thing ever Had a seizure while driving and totaled my car.
Thankfully I didn't hurt anyone, just drove through some bushes and hit a tree head on. My head went through the windshield, despite wearing a seat belt and the airbag going off.
Subsequently I had to get an MRI for the first time, and I am horribly claustrophobic - it was not fun at all, I was on the verge of having a full blown panic attack the whole time. When it came out it wouldn't flush so i had to scoop it up into an empty ice cream bucket and then i threw it over the fence in the backyard. In my early 20s I got drunk and drove home and as I was coming up to a red light of a heavily trafficked 10 lane intersection, my brakes went out.
All I could do was honk my horn repeatedly as I went through the red light. Cars stopped and swerved, but no one got in an accident. That scared me so much, I never drank alcohol since that night. Was a burn victim in a Middle Eastern country and had to go to a filthy hospital full of moaning, shrieking people and abuzz with flies and mosquitoes.
Amazing I did not die or at least rack up a major infection. Sheer dropoffs plunging a thousand feet down into forest, praying I found a runaway truck ramp before I found the rear bumper a slow-moving truck first.
I wasn't armed that day--the last time I ever set foot in the woods without a gun. Alaskan brown bears are bigger than their counterparts in the lower 48 and are not afraid of humans. Without getting into too much detail, we were on an exercise with a carrier group and the CIWS kept right on shooting up the tow chain toward the plane after the target drone it was towing was destroyed.
The Fire Control Chief got a handle on the situation but I had about 5 horrible seconds of imagining the pilot shot down, and everyone's head rolling, my own very much included.
I ran to my car but was so nervous I had trouble turning the key and locking the doors. Next thing I knew she was presenting in the lens of my headlights. I was an idiot young driver. On the ramp to get on the highway, totally distracted paying more attention to the radio than driving.
I look up just in time to see that traffic had come to a dead stop. I was driving way too fast so I had to slam on the brakes so hard my car almost went into a spin. Scared the utter crap out of me, as it should have. The county Forensics Team found Erna's sphincter prints not only on my windshield but also on my side view mirror.
Apparently she also did this in the states of Massachusetts, Louisiana and Texas. I'd like to thank the authorities who worked hard on this case so Erna can't do this to any other innocent victims.
In NYC circa early 90s, I used to hang out with this pack of shady doctors who would steal controlled substances from the hospital and cook up their own special K and GHB.
We would get SO fucking twisted and have the time of our lives. One night, we were at this rib joint in Soho called Tennessee Mountain which closed years ago. It was about 8 of us, so they gave us a special large room in the back. We were getting wasted, drinking margaritas and doing bumps of all sorts of shit, just being rowdy and out of control. At some point I got up and went to the bathroom. I was hallucinating so hard that I thought I saw a guy with a hand gun pointed at a woman seated at a table.
When I got back to our booth I told everyone about what I thought I saw. My friend immediately peaked out from beyond the curtain from our booth and saw 3 guys in ski masks with guns out. They were ransacking the place, robbing everyone - emptying pocketbooks, wallets, taking watches.
I just remember him saying: Somehow the dudes robbing the place missed our area. But it was terrifying for about 60 seconds, being absolutely quiet while my head was basically exploding open and these guys not more than 40 feet from us, guns drawn screaming that they were going to kill anyone who acted up.
R21 Back in the late 80s I was working in Northern Ontario on a natural gas mainline job. At the end of the day I was driving back to my motel when I decided to pull over to a clearing to pee and finish my lunch. I heard rustling behind me and I hoped that when I turned around I'd see a moose which were plentiful in that area, but my fear was I'd see a bear which were also plentiful. When I turned around I saw what can only be described as a tall ape creature watching me.
It grunted and took a step closer. I ran leaving everything behind, got into my truck and drove as fast as the gravel road would allow me. Mentioned before, picked up rough trade in 's and was more or less stalked, money extorted and life threatened, for weeks!
I was alone in the house, early Saturday evening. The doorbell rang so I went to answer but for some reason I peeked through the side window of the living room that looks out on to the porch instead of just going straight to the door. There were two guys at the door, one holding a machete close to his thigh and just staring at the door, the other had his back to his friend and was keeping watch on the street. Just froze in fear. I stood silently hoping they would just go away.
The door handle rattled a few times thankfully the door was locked and I heard footsteps going round the side. I ducked down on the floor and crawled to a phone and called While I was on the floor there was a shadow at the window, one of them looking in. After what seemed an eternity I heard them walking away. The police came and took a statement, they said off the record that my house was a previous address of a known pedo who had been beaten a few times and I should make sure to keep doors and windows locked.
Later that week the pedo was found dead in his home. My father took me and my sister out on a boat on Lake Michigan in a freezing gale with no life jackets. I was sure we were going to capsize and die. He enjoyed doing things that caused trouble and endangered other people.
Went on a boat trip with 8 other guys,passed out cold during the evening,came to as we were headed back in, with only 5 guys aboard. Lets just say cocaine was involved and every inch back to shore I was praying my cousin and I would touch dry ground again. Very shortly after that,I walked away from that whole world though it was great money and lots of fun. My cousin did too. I was never so terrified in my whole life,and i should have gotten an oscar for acting like nothing was wrong with the fact 3 guys we partied with were no longer on the boat.
I fought back and was able to escape into the dark woods bloody and limping and laying on the ground in the dark..
He was a fellow camper there with his crazy girlfriend. It was winter and we were only the 3 people in the campground. After I was sure they left, I found a cabin where the camp host was staying about a half mile away and our of view from the attack.
I probably scared him more than I was scared at that point yelling at him open the door and radio the rangers. The fucking rangers caught the attackers outside the park the campground was about 15 miles into the park and let them go.
One thing I learned was that I was capable of fighting back for my life. The dude was much bigger. I think if I got a hold of the pick ax I would have killed him with it in self defense. When I was a teen I lived with my mom. We were very poor. We got our old VW bug back from the shop in the evening. Her foot goes all the way down to the floor. No tension in the brake at all. She had to make a quick right to stay out of the intersection.
Lots of traffic around. She had to let off the gas, make a right at every light, and wait for the car to slow down enough so she could pull over.
When she was almost stopped, I finally jumped in front of the car and stopped it from rolling any further. Luckily a Bug is very light. I went back and had a little heart to heart with the shop owner the next day. The person I thought I had murdered showed up to work the next day as if nothing had happened.
I thought he was a ghost at first. I was young and had just moved into my first apartment. This was way before cell phones and the phone company had not been out to install mine yet. It was a late Saturday evening and I needed to do laundry so I took my basked out to the laundry room which was across a small courtyard from my second floor apartment. As I was walking, I passed a guy in a uniform, who I assumed was a security guard. I said hi and continued on my way. Back in my apartment, which I thankfully locked, heard loud banging on my front door like someone was trying to break it down.
I was petrified and when I went to peek out the small window next to the door, I saw military style boots that the guy I had passed earlier was wearing. He was a big, mean looking guy with a buzz cut. He banged for what seemed like an eternity and finally left. I did not go back to the laundry room that night.
The next day I went to the office and asked who the security guard was and the girls in the office said they didn't have one. I told them what happened and they were a bit freaked out. I never did see him again but the thought that he was probably watching me to see what apartment I was in still freaks me out 30 years later.
Ever since those kids were killed in that tent on the beach I've been creeped out by tent camping. Has to be an RV with a good door lock. One day I got home from school and I was watching tv, eating a snack when the doorbell rang. I had the sense to look out the peep hole and when I did, I saw a man holding a gun. She told me to hide in the closet and she was on the way home.
She only worked like five minutes from our house. When she got to the house no one was at the door. Rounded a corner near my apartment building when 3 young guys with guns held us up. My foolish friend kept repeating "don't shoot! They kids took the money and walked away. When i was in my early 20s, Iwas walking home from the train station in my home town and a cab pulled up and asked if I wanted a lift.
If this had happened anywhere else, I would've said no, but it's a fairly small town and my uncle was also a taxi driver and knew the other drivers round the area and I hadn't heard anything about any creeps from him. So I said okay. He kept asking really inappropriate questions about my life not ordinary chit-chat, sexual stuff so I just made up a bunch of lies and had him drop me off a few streets away from my house.
I was freaked the fuck out. I made sure to tell everyone about him and what a fucking sleaze he was. I regret never reporting him through proper channels - I was young and dumb and had zero experience with this sort of shit. My great grandparents lived in a very small town on the Pecos River about about 20 miles outside Santa Fe.
The town is located where the Santa Fe Trail crossed the river and the area is rich with folklore passed on over generations. As children, we were told all the old stories. We were warned that the ghosts of the bandits were relentless and come back to look for their bounty. Accordingly, my great grandfather kept pistold in these rooms hanging on the wall. These stories were of course true and more than once when sleeping in these rooms I was awakened in the black of night by the sounds of doorknob turning.
No one was ever there however. Other stories involved brujas witches , men with cloven hoofs, ghost trains , La Llorona see link , etc. One occasion was particularly terrifying. My great grandfather had a small ranch about 10 miles down a very rough dirt road. He kept some horses at the ranch and some other animals including, briefly, chickens. There was also a small rock house. The road to the ranch passed an old cemetery — wrought iron, wooden crosses, faded plastic flowers and virgins — you get the picture.
Once when I was visiting in the summer as a teen there was a problem with coyote or some other animal taking the chickens. My great grandfather asked me to take the old Ford up to the ranch and watch the chickens overnight until the pen could be repaired the next day.
So i went out there about an hour past dusk on a very bright cloudless night. When I came to the cemetery there was an old 70s era black car parked in the cemetery. Looked like a big Lincoln Continental or similar. The car looked very dirty and the windows were full of dust. I briefly stopped the truck and could hear the car idling but I could not see anyone around. I had to make it to sunrise. Now sound carries very strangely in the canyons and throughout he night I thought I heard a car approaching on the dirt road.
I could imagine the dusty tires bucking back and forth against the deep ruts in the road. I waited with deard for dim dusty headlights to start flashing against the junipers as the car rose and fell through the hilly canyons.
But the light never came and I told myself it was only the intermittent breeze playing tricks. Every once in a while I would hear the loud whistle of a distant train cruising along I And then the real terror struck.
As the moon set and it began to get darker a heard the sound of a baby crying, softly at first, the wailing. And then there was ghastly interminable weeping weaving in and out of the breezes.
I vaguely considered shooting myself to end the terror. Eventually, after a million hours, morning finally came and with it my uncle. On the drive back passing the cemetery the car was gone. Instead, stuck in a tree and dancing brightly in the breeze and morning sun, was a long white lace veil. R60, Is this the same area where a stranger entered a cafe and was recognized even though he had never been there before?
Adjacent to their property was a national forest, which I loved to explore. I would practically tiptoe through the leaves and limbs on the ground, hoping I would come across some animals and not wanting to frighten them.
One day my travels took me up a big hill and when I got to the top I heard men talking. Looking down the other side of the hill I saw an old shack that looked like it would fall apart if someone touched it. There were two old men squatting on little stools in front of it, slaughtering an animal that looked like a dog, although it had already been skinned.
It was about the size of a collie. They were cutting it with knives and pulling it apart, laughing and talking as they went about their work. I was standing perfectly still, transfixed, when one of the men hopped up from his stool and stared straight at me, waving his knife and yelling some gibberish. I about shit myself, sure they would skin me alive too. I ran all the way back to the farm and hid in the barn until I calmed down. I never told a soul about it. He had some great stories that he shared with us.
A mis-diagnosed ruptured appendix while on vacation in Ptown. When the doctor finally realized what it was, after I had been sent home from the emergency room the day before, I actually saw them turn pale. In my 20s, a years ago, I was walking in a New Orleans park, on a walkway and during the day. Two teenagers passed me in the opposite direction, then came back around and faced me. One had a cloth covering his hand and said, "I have a gun. Go where we tell you. I pretended having a heart attack fear is helpful for that and eventually they went away.
Very soon after I saw a cop car and told the officer, who said, "Oh, that happens here a lot. My partner was killed in a work accident. Many, many weird things happened for months after that.
My computer, which I was working on that morning before the call, said I have mail which never happened before. Right after that I got the phone call that he was dead. On the way to the cemetery, in a residential neighborhood with no church, etc. I thought I had lost my mind but many people at the funeral saw her too and told me. Once, I was watching TV on a nice clear day with his relative. Neither one of us was anywhere near the remote. The TV turned off. I turned it back on.
I could feel pressure on the bed from time to time. The estate was a mess due to no will and I had to deal with a asshole brother. I went through the angry stage of grieving and would yell at him. I was leaving for a vacation during this period and had to get my suitcase from a closet under the stairs. I heard footsteps above me and could see the stairs move.
I freaked out and ran outside until a friend came so I could continue packing. I know he was just trying to communicate with me but it really freaked me out. We had planned and were in the process of finishing the basement, which was his dream.. A few months later, after he died, I hired contractors to come over and go over the plans for the basement.
We were talking and planing in the basement. I kept hearing something scratching, like a bird, on the basement windows. I keep hearing it and commented but they ignored me. I went upstairs to the kitchen and there starring directly on my deck was the most beautiful bird I had ever seen. It was perched above six feet away and would not take it eyes off me.
I felt a great calming feeling. I screamed for the guys to come up and see the bird. They did and couldn't believe it. I never mentioned it again to them until the job was finished. I asked them separately what they thought of the bird without telling them my feelings.
One thought it was a sign from my partner. There other thought it was a sign from god. It was a red tailed hawk. I was about years old in the mid's, my family lived in an old house with basement, 1st floor, 2nd floor, and walk-up attic. One summer evening I arrived home with my very pregnant mother and younger sister. We had been at a relative's house, my Dad was going to stop by the grocery store and pick up a few things then meet us at home.
We entered the house through the back door as we usually did, my mom commented about the door not being locked. When we got inside, my sister and I ran upstairs to put our pajamas on because a show we wanted to watch was starting soon.
I heard my mom yelling out for my Dad, asking if he was home. At the top of the stairs there were some spots on the carpet but we didn't pay much attention I'll never forget the look on her face, I can't put it into words, but it scared the fucking shit out of me.
We sat in the car until my Dad got there, she got out of the car and talked to him, he left and then came back with my two uncles and my Grandfather, who had a gun. After awhile they came back out and we all went inside and waited for the cops to arrive. Basically, someone had gotten into the house and removed all of the pictures and artwork off the walls and placed them neatly on the floor or against the wall. They also looked inside the chimneys of the fireplaces, we know this because some furniture was in front of them and had been moved.
There were drops of what looked like blood throughout the 2nd floor of the house and on the step-up to the attic door. The thing is, my parents always kept the attic door locked. It was locked when they tried it, so my mom got the key and opened it, and there were blood drops going up the stairs about halfway up, then they just stopped. No other blood in the attic and nothing else disturbed. Nothing was missing from the house.
It was so bizarre, the cops said that it was probably a robbery and someone cut themselves while going through stuff. But how did they get in the locked attic? ANd there was money and my dad's expensive camera and some jewelry that was not taken. It was so weird and really shook up my parents especially my mom. We never stayed another night in that house. We lived with my paternal grandparents until my parents bought another house about a year later.
I walked home alone scared shitless the entire way. When I got home I was still rattled and was sitting at the kitchen table probably having a snack. It was very quiet and then the power went out.
I sat frozen in total silence, everyone else in the house was asleep. I couldn't move so I just sat there. Probably 20 minutes later the power came back on it seemed like hours and I got up and went right to bed and kept the light on all night. When I went out onto the deck afterwards, to look at the stars, I heard this strange, heavy panting coming fom the woods.
It was very loud, and felt very close. I'm an amateur naturalist, so my brain went through all sorts of contraptions to imagine what might possibly make a noise like that. Possibly a bear although they're very rare in Ohio , but my final impression was that I had heard a grassman Ohio's version of a Bigfoot. I've never been able to make sense of it, and I haven't been back. I had parked, idling in the middle of a dirt road while I rolled a joint.
It was in a river bottom area, and to my right and left were two large fields, surrounded with trees and barbed wire. The trees had been cleared at the road so you could see the fields were empty It was right by our farm so I knew the place. No one was around. So I rolled it up, and was licking the paper from left to right I was so frightened I pissed myself a little as I drove off, tray flying, loose reefer lost.
It was hot outside so I had left the car running, thank Jeebus. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't looked up when I did. Overnight flight, everything okay, and we approach the airport. Typical landing up until we abruptly feel the engines thrust and we begin to climb. Landing aborted and we feel a wide turn. Seems we are approaching the airport again, yet no communication from pilot nor crew and attendants remain seated and belted.
For a second time, the landing is aborted and we are thrust up again. At this point I begin worrying, and look around me; all these older ladies had brought out their rosaries and prayers began. After the second aborted landing the captain announced the problem: Landing gear could not be confirmed by flight crew to be down and locked in place. Pilot had flown as close to runway as possible so that ground crew could look with binoculars to see if wheels were down, and this could not be confirmed.
So, pilot informed us that we would be doing an emergency landing, and attendants proceeded to go thru all the details of putting head between knees etc. Being a young and fit young man of twenty seven and sitting in a emergency exit aisle, I was briefed by the stewardess of protocol. Imagine my surprise to be told that if anyone gets up before the okay is given and rushes to the exit window I was to trip them or grab a hold to prevent panic! We were also informed that the runway had been coated with fire retardant foam and firefighters would be on the runway.
OMG, I was never more thankful to have so many Catholics aboard my flight Anyhow, was all for naught as we had a successful landing. What I did learn is the emotions, fear and terror that one experiences on a threatened flight. Return flight was from Prestwick, Scotland, and on a , so despite being scared to fly for the first time in my life, I was relieved it wasn't another Also, after notifying only his sister and my mother, my mother got I phone call from my cousin, who lives across the country,.
She called my mother right after my phone call. She said that she felt something terrible had happened in the family. My mother informed her. His sister went to a well respective psychic, which I didn't believe in. She told her that "they" were trying to get him to move on and he was very stubborn and needed to tie up lose ends. I think most of this is BS until she told her about a spirit, who could not move on as the had commited suicide and wanted to make sure that he had done this out of anger not self hate.
Her brother-in-law had shot himself 40 years ago way before the internet and it was not in the paper. He did this after he got in a fight with his wife. R44, I have no doubt about it. We certainly aren't the only ones who have seen it. So, R50 what happened to the 3 other guys?
You didn't give details. Were they killed by other guys while you were sleeping? Was there an investigation by their families? Definitely sounds like a scary night. I was skinnydipping in Bedford New York home to Michael Douglas and many other celebs with another au pair in the middle of the night. He was a hot Swede and we had been partying all night. House was in the middle of nowhere. And then we realized someone was watching us hidden in the bushes.
Ran inside and never saw who it was but so creepy to this day. We had probably been watched all night long. After a while my friend said he needed to take a leak so I pulled the car over for him to get out. He walked about 20 feet away to whiz. About a minute or to later he rushed back and said to drive off now which I did as I hadn't turned the car off.
I asked what the rush was about. He told me that while he was peeing he saw the shadow of a man with a rifle off in the distance and that the guy had turned and saw him so he ran back to the car. I asked him if he was sure about what he was. Could it have been a black bear, deer etc? He was adamant that he saw a man with a rifle.
The following day our major news of the day was that someone had fatally shot a couple in their car out at the same reservoir area at the same time we were there. The reservoir has a 'Lovers Lane' spot where teens, couples have gone for decades to make out.
We'd passed that area that night and I recall seeing a couple of cars but wasn't paying rapt attention. Still gives me chills when I think about though. Maybe it was the killer my friend had seen in the woods. Whoever did it btw was never caught. R89 I dont know what happened to those guys while I was passed out and I dont want to know. It wasnt the kind of thing you asked about.
My cousin who introduced me to the drug trade never mentioned that night again,and the one time I tried to ask,years later,he just shook his head. They were hispanic,so I assume they may not have been legal. Back then half the population of miami were illegals.
Especially during the cocaine cowboy years. As far as I know they were never reported missing,but like I said,very shortly thereafter I got out of that scene. I sure as shit didnt want to end up on a boat ride. It was so surreal sipping on cocktails and doing lines while pretending that 3 men werent there.
I still cant believe it some times. R79 This is the wrong thread. To all the Bigfoot enthusiasts. There are not just a Bigfoot but a legion of Bigfeet. Many in the government know about this issue and feel that doing nothing to them is the best solution for The Bigfeet.
When I was about 10 years old, I walked to a playground with a friend who was about the same age and my 3 year old cousin.
Two kids came around and started talking to us. I was getting a bad vibe from them, so I pretended that I heard someone yelling for us to come home. As we left the playground, the kids attacked my friend and I. My cousin screamed and started running in the wrong direction from her home. I never knew who they were, just they beat us up for fun. It's been almost 40 years and that is the scariest thing that's happened to me. Then, twice as an adult I've been accosted by strangers.
Once, I was working at night delivering large bundles of newspapers. I had to pick them up at a loading dock in the middle of an industrial area. They had been dropped off earlier, so there was nobody around.
Two drunk guys approached me, obviously looking for trouble. I reached in the back of the van for the tire iron, but I had already stacked a couple of hundred pounds of newspapers on top of it. Once they got close to me, their demeanor changed. They said they were out looking for a fight. I don't know what made them decide not to mess with me but they moved on and I finished loading the van and drove away. Just a few years ago, I was taking a short cut through an alley in the middle of the afternoon.
I heard some people yell "Bob" several times. I turned around to see who was yelling. Two men, and one woman approached me and asked if I my name was Bob. It is not Bob, and told them that. They did not believe me. Apparently Bob had sold one of their friends a bad batch of drugs. They followed me a couple of minutes, continually asking me if I was Bob. I pulled out my wallet to show them my ID, but before they looked at it a car drove past and they walked away.
Getting kidnapped and extorted by corrupt cops in Manila and having to call my parents in the US for the money. If Bigfoot stuck his 30 inch cock up your ass then fine. Or having Mothman fistfuck you. Then again you didn't mention my ex, the whore, either. For that you deserve special points. I was 9 years old and watching Charles in Charge on a Friday evening, which was traumatic enough, when Meg Ryan made the most poorly scripted and terribly unconvincingly acted walkon role - her character espousing love for the character of Charles Scott Baio after having spent less than a day with him.
It was so bad that I completely shut down and have made a point of avoiding any of her stupid romcoms, even When Harry Met Sally. Romcoms in general, actually. From time to time she will grift a small nontypical part in movies like Restoration and Hurly Burly, but infect those otherwise stellar movies with her repulsive perkiness and this thing she ALWAYS does where she looks amazed and wondrous about something Although I now understand that Baio being a producer on CiC must bear some of the culpability for that odious performace - and he probably wrote her unremittingly atrocious dialogue - I have successfully managed to avoid his "work" enough to prevent myself from having further trauma inflicted upon my psyche.
R64 I think I read that story on another thread. It was and I was I met this kid Joshua Priebe. He was 20 or so. He would show up at my place with meth, and say "wanna get fucked up?
He was kind of a sociopath, though. One day I went out to West Covina with him to hang at his place. It was a sad place of course with not much furnishings. He had an older Asian roommate who clearly let him stay there because they fooled around. I spent the night there. We partied all night. And then it was my 26th birthday, and I insisted he bring me home, because I suspected my friends were planning a surprise party. Joshua was really, really angry that I was making him take me home.
So angry that he started driving insanely on the freeway. And the more I didn't react, the crazier he drove. We almost collided with a car at 70mph. For sure the closest I ever came to dying.
Joshua got off the freeway and ordered me out of the car. I walked three miles to get home, but I was so happy to be alive. And there was no surprise party. As a young child I was out with my parents for a leisurely drive through a secluded forested area, it was a beautiful day and the sun was shining although it had been raining not long before. As we went around a long corner I saw a man walking along side the road in a yellow raincoat and waterproof yellow hat, he was covered from head to toe in blood.
It was on his face, all over the raincoat and soaking through his clothing. He looked at me through the car window with a haunted look on his face. I screamed at my parents "speed up the car, there's a man in blood!!
My parents who didn't see the man said don't be silly, there is never anyone walking in this area alone. Back in the early 's I was driving a car from Toronto to Vancouver and decided to go the US route and instead of going from Detroit to Chicago and then continuing west from there..
I stopped in Marquette and had some dinner and looking back should have found a place there to sleep but sun was still up and I was young and full of energy so kept going. Not sure when but at some point I hit a skunk and the muffler of my truck started dragging. I got nervous as some sparks started shooting from the back and I was on a dark highway number 2 in northern Mich. No one was around so I got out of truck and took Muffler off.
The entire time I felt like something was watching me or at least some sort of presence, honestly never felt this way before Not too far down the road I entered a small town, it was maybe 9pm dark and I checked into road side motel. The only garage in town was not open till the morning. Again the entire time I felt something walking behind me Next day I brought my truck to the garage he told me it would be a few hours so i went to local diner down the road. This place was packed it was a saturday as soon as i entered the entire place i do no lie all the customers and staff went quiet and everyone stared at me for like 5 seconds Driving from a very small town in southern Ontario Canada back to Waterloo the lights on my old car gave out.
I tried driving in the dark but there wasn't enough light to continue so I pulled over onto a county road, parked the car and grabbed a blanket and flashlight from the trunk and fell asleep. At some point I heard a loud thud or bang near the front of my car which woke me up scaring the shit out of me.
I flashed the light through the windows but didn't see anything. I started the car and drove as fast as I could in the dark until I hit Litowel. I parked in a church parking lot and stayed awake until daylight came. When the sun was up I started looking for a place to eat and waited for a garage to open to see if I could travel safely. The hood of my car had a massive dent in it. I told the mechanic what had happened and asked what could have made that dent and he said it looked like someone had hit the hood with an ax.
Once in college I was beat to a pulp by black townie teenagers. For a year afterwards,my back was up and sometimes panicked in black neighborhoods. It was irrational but very real in my body. R you had to be there it was not just the staring When I was 8 or so, my parents and I spent a weekend in an A-frame house in the woods. It was owned by my dad's best friend who was a doctor. I thought it was creepy, but I got to stay in the loft bedroom that looked down over the living room area which I thought was cool at the time.
My Parents stayed downstairs in the bedroom that was sort of behind the kitchen. Our second night there, it stormed really badly. I heard someone banding on t he door. I went to get my parents, who told me it was just the trees and to go back to bed. The banging started again, and this time I swear, I could hear someone saying "please" really weakly.
I went to get my parents again, and finally convinced my dad to come listen. He went to the door to prove the knocking was just a tree hitting the door or the wind banging the storm door. Instead, there was a huge man I was small at the time, so he may have been normal sized He had a hatchet in his back. And now on to the less-than-dramatic conclusion. My father calmed him down and called The man went to chop off a limb from a tree that was hitting his house, and since it was so dark, he swung with the wrong side of the hatchet facing the branch.
He got the business end stuck in his back. He thought the doctor was in his house since he saw the lights on, and came over for help.
As a side benefit, my parents believed every word that came out of my mouth from that day on. Lucky for them, I was a pretty good kid.
R50, I totally get where you're coming from. I was in Fort Lauderdale during that time and well aware of what was going on in Miami. Those years truly changed the whole landscape and vibe of Miami. It was a beautiful place at one time. I won't go down there for any reason.
Even South Beach isn't what it once was. I had a six month old baby, my only child. I'd been getting about five hours of sleep each night since he was born, and those five hours weren't even consecutive. There was a family emergency and I needed to make a seven hour round-trip with my son.
A couple of hours into my drive, I stopped at a scenic lookout off the interstate in the Arbuckle Mountains in Oklahoma to give my baby a bottle. I'd planned on taking him out of the car seat and laying him on an old flannel sheet so he could get some fresh air.
After I unbuckled his car seat and handed him the bottle, I went to get the sheet out of the back. I couldn't find the sheet husband had taken it out before getting the car cleaned and I decided the sun was too intense anyway, so I just stood inside the open rear passenger door a small suv for visualization purposes and talked to my son while he finished his bottle.
When he finished, I closed his door and I threw my coffee cup in the trash barrel and jumped back in the car. I was a little anxious about driving through the mountains -- the Arbuckles aren't big at all, but traveling people unfamiliar with the curves drive too quickly through them.
I reassured myself that I'd just stay in the slow lane and we were all buckled up, right? Just then I realized that I never rebuckled my son after changing my mind about taking him out of the car. At that realization, my hands got sweaty right away and my heart starting racing and I started watching for the nearest exit, about a minute later due to all the scenic lookouts. I found an exit and there wasn't much traffic, so I pulled off the shoulder of the exit and turned my flashers on and hopped out of the car to run around and buckle my son in as quickly as possible.
When I trotted around tonhis side of the door, I pulled the door handle, but it was locked. It was then that I realized the car was rolling. In my haste to buckle him in, I had forgotten to put the car in Park. I frantically tried the front passenger door, and it was also locked. Car still rolling, baby unbuckled in the back seat, interstate just to my left. I ran around to the driver side and thank god I hadn't shut my door hard enough to latch, or it would have been locked, too.
I jumped in and braked and put it in park, caught my breath and merged back on to the interstate. I told my best friend about this, but no one else. And the only reason I told her was just to relate the sheer hell of sleep deprivation.
I never told my husband or anyone else. It's been four years but my heart still races remembering it. R91 I didn't have any idea who he was I didn't see anyone when I stopped, and I was only parked two or three minutes at the most. Those fields were huge and empty, the road was clear. He was almost at the fence by the road when I drove off, maybe 15 feet from my car. This happened 25 years ago, and I still go over it, wondering where he came from, how did I manage to not notice him until the last minute, and what would have happened if I hadn't looked up when I did.
He couldn't have "come out of the woods" at the back of the field, they were too far away I was so frightened! R27, that definitely beats my stupid drunk driving story now, I only take Lyfts. Yes you were so lucky since the cop remained with you that whole time!
I was heading home after way too many drinks at a friends house and I got lost. I ended up driving my car into gang territory, a bad neighborhood, pulling over by the side of the road and going to sleep. He was diagnosed with a personality disorder. Quite a few scary incidents until we were old enough to refuse to go anywhere with him. This is relatively pedestrian, but a few years ago I realized that someone had joined all the same forums I posted to and was posting there too, launched denial of service attacks against some of the forums and my website, friended me on Facebook under a false identity and hacked into my email.
It was a horrible time and I realized how lax I had become re internet safety. I was about 17 and considered myself a suburban punk rocker, being in a rebellious and angry stage of my life.
I went to a get-together in East Vancouver, which at the time was very sketchy, and took acid. I had to go home by Skytrain that's our L-train, or monorail and a freaky-looking guy took a big interest in me and my appearance. I was wearing a flight jacket and Docs. He came up to me, smiling, showing me a missing front tooth, and said, "Wow, I really like that jacket. He then took off his baseball cap, still smiling, to show me that he was a skinhead and I would very likely be ass-kicked for being a poseur, or for my jacket, or who knows.
I got off at the next station--he called out something I can't remember, but it was mocking and threatening--and waited there, high on LSD, for the next train. Maybe not nearly as scary as some of your stories, but this experience still makes my blood run cold when I think about it. I was about I drove to the drug store and accidentally parked a good distance from the store. After capturing a gook soldier and "questioning" him by sticking a live grenade in his mouth , they head to an enemy camp where four American POWs are being held.
It turns out to be a trap, as Lt. Ransom and his men are outgunned, overpowered and forced to surrender. When Ransom gets back to base camp, he finds out that the Paris Accord has been signed, effectively ending the war. Dimitri gets away and Ransom is seriously injured and is sent to a military hospital in Thailand, where he is tended to by old flame Terry Barbara Hooper.
Meanwhile, Sam is assigned to escort an important enemy General back to base camp. The General has switched sides and is willing to turn over a secret codebook to the Americans that contains the names of American double agents.
Dimitri has other plans, though, and ambushes Sam's squad, taking Sam and the General prisoner and killing everyone else. After getting a little nookie from Terry, Lt. Ransom heads out to rescue Sam and the General, aided by Captain Dupre Lydie Denier and her squad of French resistance fighters, as well as Jacobs and Keller, who have a score to settle with Dimitri.
They all manage to save the General and kill Dimitri unfortunately, Sam is long-dead, hanging upside down from a tree and being eaten by rats. Keller even finds the time to romance Capt. Dupre, but when Ransom gets back to headquarters and the codebook is deciphered, he discovers that someone close to him is a traitor, which forces him to seek justice through the barrel of a gun.
I didn't see that coming. This is the second of Filipino director Cirio H. Santiago's Vietnam War action flicks that he made in the 80's. Santiago offers his usual cornucopia of action set-pieces, including lots of gunfights, explosions and bloody bullet squibs. There are also some brief nude scenes, a smattering of gore shots to the head; Sam being eaten by rats and a good helicopter explosion this one isn't a model. Frequent Santiago collaborator Joe Mari Avellana's script is nothing special, but the acting by a cast of Santiago regulars makes it all bearable.
The stinger at the end was also a nice touch and totally unexpected. My appreciation of Santiago as a director increases every time I watch another film of his. The majority of his films may be nothing more than rip-offs of other movies, but he is a professional and is capable of turning out compact the majority of his films run 85 minutes or less , entertaining time-wasters.
BLACK GUNN - Three guys with white burlap sacks over their heads rob a Mob-run bookie operation and steal all the money, as well as the "payoff books" belonging to mobster and used car salesman Mr.
One of the guys is shot dead while escaping and one of the surviving trio is Scott Gunn Herb Jefferson Jr. Scott belongs to a militant organization called the Black Action Group BAG and he plans to use the stolen money to buy guns for his group so they can kill more rich white crackers. Capelli is more interested in getting the books back, so he hires sadistic Mob muscle Ray Kriley the always entertaining Bruce Glover to find out who stole them and retrieve them by any means possible, including death.
Scott give the books to his brother , who knows how important they really are. Kriley tears apart Watts looking for the guilty parties, raiding BAG headquarters and threatening the life of the young son of one of the members in exchange for the names of the people involved in the bookie caper. When Capelli catches wind that Gunn is involved, he sends crooked Senator Adams Gary Conway to try to appeal to Gunn's business sense, but Gunn sends the Senator packing to "the other side of the tracks".
Sensing that he's using the wrong tactics, Capelli then sends Toni Luciana Paluzzi to try to appeal to Gunn's fondness for women and we all know how much Jim Brown likes his white women. Surprisingly, Gunn is able to resist her charms since he already has a main squeeze, Judith Brenda Sykes , but Kriley crashes the party and a shootout occurs.
Gunn gets the drop on Kriley and sends him packing, too. Kriley, in turn, kills Scott and leaves his body in front of Gunn's nightclub. Gunn is now on a mission to get all those responsible for his brother's death, including the person who supplied Scott's name to Capelli.
Gunn reluctantly joins forces with BAG leader Seth Bernie Casey and begins a path of death and destruction, which includes a one-on-one with Kriley in his mother's home, a visit to a party hosted by Senator Adams where Toni shows her true colors and a finale where Gunn and BAG battle Capelli and his men in a warehouse. Basically, just acts like himself and beats up all the white people he can get his hands on. His fight with Bruce Glover is one of this film's highlights, even if it's obvious Glover is being doubled in some of the more strenuous stunts.
Some may find that this film is too slow, but there's a lot to enjoy here, from the black cop who can't stand Gunn's ass his white partner is actually the nicer and more level-headed of the two! This isn't by far the most action-packed blaxploitation film you'll ever see, but it is a well-plotted and interesting one. Every time it was shown after that, I would watch it just to see if they caught their mistake.
When Washington receives a letter from his mother telling him that his brother has been killed, he decides to return home to "cracker country" with his buddies to "peacefully" find the killer To show how peaceful they are, the Black Six totally destroy a racist bar enroute to Mama's house.
They don't harm the people, just wreck the building! At his mother's house, Washington runs into some friction with his sister, Cissy Ruby Delaware. She calls him a "modern-day Uncle Tom" because of his pacifist ways. Figuring that this gang is responsible for his brother's death, he takes the information to the police.
The white police chief was already aware of the facts but refuses to arrest the white bikers. The Black Six decide to drop their peaceful ways and have a final confrontation with the racist gang, led by Thor Ben Davidson. A final scrawl on the screen warns, "Watch Out Honkys. The very brief action scenes are clumsily staged and shot and the ending is oh so confusing. There is one brief shot of nudity, when Washington catches his ex-girlfriend Rosalind Miles hooking with a white customer.
On the plus side, the six leads are given very little dialogue, saving us from wincing in aural pain. Director Matt Cimber real name: A Unicorn Video Release. While the new title is not misleading, one still has to wonder why it was necessary to change it. The terrorists shoot the father in the back when he tries to escape, killing him, and abuse the mother, turning her into their personal slave they seem to get-off on humiliating white women and rape their black maid, eventually killing her when they are done.
The mother causes a diversion which ends in her getting her throat cut with a butcher knife , allowing Anna to escape by foot into the desolate landscape. She is able to make it to the shack of drunkard Jock screenwriter Howard Connell and they both decide to head back to the farm to get some payback, but their truck breaks down and they are picked-up by American journalist Brad Robert Aberdeen , who drives them to a gas station.
Joe Allan Granville , the owner of the gas station, joins the trio as they head towards the farm, unaware that two of the terrorists have stolen Anna's Jeep and have left the farm, taking Peter along with them as a hostage.
When they get to the farm, the third terrorist riddles Jock with automatic gunfire before Joe kills him with his machine gun. Anna, Joe and Brad then set out to save Peter, who is now traversing the desert by foot with the other two terrorists after the Jeep breaks down. A series of events finds Peter and the last surviving terrorist holed-up in an abandoned building, while gung-ho Joe, pacifist Brad and worried Anna try to figure out how to save Peter. It all ends with Joe dead, Peter escaping and the last terrorist limping back to his boat and heading back to his homeland, laughing like a hyena and proud of all the death and destruction he and his dead comrades have caused.
Bad sound recording aside the dialogue was recorded live and sounds muzzled, making much of what is being said unintelligible, especially with the thick local accents , BLACK TERRORIST still manages to entertain thanks to some great on-location cinematography and sudden bursts of bloody violence. While the three terrorist seem to have been sent to this farm to "free" their homeland How they planned on doing this is never explained , they are really nothing but rape-happy thugs who get-off on inflicting violence and degradation to their captives and soon they turn on each other, as the injured terrorist is left at the farm by the other two because he will slow them down and the surviving terrorist shoots the second terrorist when he tries to stop him from raping a female whose automobile they have just carjacked.
The paper-thin plot is really only an excuse to show the terrorists killing their hostages, usually by shooting them lots of bloody bullet squibs. I'm sure this film has some major political subtext in its home country, but it plays like a bloody torture session in most other countries. And it is full of gory violence, to boot pardon my humor [because the country of Italy is shaped like a boot! The titled weapon, a prototype shotgun that can shoot grenades, explosive shells, tear gas, shells filled with ball bearings and other goodies.
After being tempted in using the weapon on a hotshot lawyer that sent him to prison, Tiger decides that he wants to live a quiet life at his hometown in Georgia filmed in Clayton, Georgia. As he is about to walk away a shot rings out and the buck falls to the ground, seriously wounded, but not dead. Three hillbillies appear and Tiger tells the hicks to finish off the buck it triggers a flashback to when Tiger was a cop.
They refuse, laughing while the buck twitches in pain, so Jake finishes it off with the Blastfighter. Tiger then adopts the buck's baby doe! He stops at the local store for some milk and a baby bottle and when he returns to his car, he discovers that the three hillbillies have cut the doe's throat.
Tiger gets into a fight with the trio, throwing one through the store's window He says to the hillbillies, "You wanna know who I am? I'm a son of a bitch! Who wants to be left alone. Tom is the bigshot in town, a logging company owner whose sideline is selling animal parts, like the gall bladders of bears and deer antlers, to the local "Chinaman", who uses them as ingrediants for expensive Chinese medical cures.
When Wally and his two cohorts leave a gutted animal hanging from Tiger's front door, he gets pissed off, goes to the Chinaman's place of business, runs him out of town and gets into another fist fight with Wally. Tom breaks it up, telling Tiger whom he calls "Ti" that if he had to choose sides betwenn Wally and him, he would always pick his brother's side.
He has no idea on what she is up to so, the next morning, he drives her to town only to discover that Wally has messed with the brakes, forcing Tiger and Connie to jump out of the car before it skids off the road and explodes, flipping down the side of a mountain.
After Tiger destroys Wally's new pickup truck in retaliation, Connie reveals that she is his daughter He was only away for ten years. Why can't he recognize his own daughter? Don't ask too many questions because you will get no answers. Tiger tells Connie that he has had enough and they are leaving town but, before they can, Wally and his band of inbred friends kill Pete and Tiger's ex-partner who came for a visit and try to rape Connie, chasing her through the forest.
Tiger has no choice but to stay and rescue his daughter. The hillbillies ambush Jake in his new car after he rescues Connie, causing it to explode Tiger can't seem to catch a break with cars! He and an always-complaining Connie He screams to her, "Where are your balls, Connie?! Tiger and Connie make it home, but instead of grabbing the Blastfighter, Tiger makes some Molotov cocktails, thinning out the posse by setting them on fire.
This is the point when it turns from a revenge action flick into a blood-soaked gore film. Connie is shot in the leg by Wally, forcing Tiger to remove the bullet with his knife he succeeds. He then has to pull her leg bone apart which is jutting out of the wound so he can apply a splint all of this is shown in close-up.
Tom is overhead in a helicopter trying to spot them. When he does, he tells Wally to remain where he is and then tries to talk some sense to Tiger, telling him if he forgets everything that has happened, he will let them go free.
Wally doesn't like this deal, so when Tiger and Connie come out of hiding to talk to Tom, Wally shoots Connie dead and Tiger goes all Rambo on their asses. He uses the weapon to destroy the hillbilly's vehicles, takes the arm off one hillbilly and then blows one hick apart until he is nothing but a bloody spray a nice gory body explosion.
He should have waited because he still has to deal with Tom. They agree to face each other with only one bullet in each of their weapons of choice a shotgun for Tom and a pistol for Tiger. Of course, Tom being the bad guy, he cheats, but instead of killing him, Tiger shoots him in the knee. The film ends with Tiger driving Tom back to town with a load of dead hillbillies piled up in the pickup truck's bed to meets their fates with the police. While the graphic violence doesn't come until the final 20 minutes of the film, it is a hoot to hear the dubbing artists use exaggerated Southern drawls for the characters they are dubbing just like the dubbing in most Italian films, they have no idea how any American talks!
The on-location photography also adds a sense of realism to the proceedings. I was also surprised to read, during the closing credits, that no animals were harmed in the making of this film.
All the shots of real-life animal deaths including the buck and a pig were taken from stock documentary footage. This has to be a first because the Italians were not ashamed to show real animals getting killed for "entertainment value", especially their cannibal films. Except for the embarsassing opening, where Code Red founder Bill Olsen introduces the film with Michael Sipkow he still looks in great shape while wearing his banana suit he doesn't want anyone to know what he looks like!
Stuffed with extras including a new interview with Lamberto Bava, who reveals that Producer Luciano Martino sold the film to various countries on the title alone, before any footage was shot. He also said that he based the film's story on a true article he read where two Yellowstone Park rangers were caught selling animal parts to Asia.
While that tidbit does get a mention in the film, it is quickly dropped. Bava also says that he spoke English when he made this film, but in the past years, forgot how! Listening to Eastman talk, he comes across as an ungrateful SOB, as he hates most of the films he appeared in and dislikes most of the people he worked with.
Also on the disc are new interviews with Michael Sipkow Who nows sells a protective type of glass called "miron". You can go to his website, www. Sopkiw relates a funny story about meeting Quentin Tarantino at the video store he worked at before he became famous.
Tarantino recognized Sopkiw right away and told him that this film was one of his favorites. The store manager asks them to leave and a martial arts fight breaks out, which ends with the manager smacking his head against a counter and dying. The four drunk bastards take off in their car, only to have it overheat, so they begin knocking on doors looking for water for the car's radiator.
They end up at the home of Diane Doris Cooper and her husband Edward the late Nick Nicholson and, wouldn't you know it, James and Diane use to be lovers way back when. Another martial arts fight breaks out and the four drunks prove to be too much for Edward although he puts up a pretty good fight and Diane. James snaps Diane's neck While screaming, "You could have had it all!
Tracy begs Steve to turn over the medallion to the police, but he refuses and vows to kill all those responsible for his parents' deaths. Things get complicated when Steve beats the snot out of George's son, Bruce, and when George goes to challenge Steve at his gym where still yet another martial arts fight breaks out , he notices that Steve is wearing his medallion around his neck. Steve finally relents to Tracy's constant requests and gives the medallion to Tracy's father who also happens to be Steve's trainer to turn over to the police, but before he can do so he is attacked by James and the gang who get the medallion back and Tracy's father ends up in the hospital in critical condition, where he eventually dies.
That turns out to be the straw that broke the camel's back, as Steve goes on a bloody revenge spree he impersonates a sports writer to get James' address , first killing Frank by blowtorch and then nearly getting killed himself when the other three gang-up on him in a MetroRail train car. After the usual 80's style training montage, Steve is ready to send James, Walter and George's souls to Hell when they kidnap Tracy.
Lim's Silver Star Film Corporation production outfit, suffers from a case of "bad acting-itis", as well as having the music and sound effects cranked so loud, sometimes you can't hear the dialogue. That's just as well, though, because whatever words you can make out are idiotic and unbelievable I have never heard anyone, even the drunkest of people, say some of the stuff you will hear in this film!
This is not one of Page's best films it's apparent his budget was much lower than most of his 80's films , as it is a cheap collection of martial arts and action sequences with the thinnest of revenge plots to hold it together. While it is nice to see Ned spelled "Nead" in the credits Hourani, James Gaines, Jim Moss and Jerry Beyer get prominent roles for a change they were basically secondary or background characters in most other films , it's a shame it has to be in a film that is this poor.
While there are plentiful well-staged martial arts fights and stunts One ends with Steve tying Walter to the railroad tracks and the MetroRail runs him over [offscreen] , they are ruined by the over-amped sound effects and music tracks, not to mention the laughable acting talents of Sean Donahue and Christine Landson, who both seem to be reading their dialogue off of cue cards.
Only you can make that decision. CAGE - Must-see viewing for all fans of action cinema, but not for the reasons you might expect. Twenty years pass and Scott is still looking out for Billy, acting as his older brother, father, mother and, most of all, best friend, but times are tough and Scott has to figure out a way they can both make some money to survive.
With the bank note coming due on Scott's bar which caters to disabled veterans and no way to pay it, Scott has to figure out something and do it quick. Since Tony also owes crime kingpin Mr. Diablo's second-in-command, Mono Daniel Martine , botches the torch job and kills Meme Maggie Mae Miller , the bar's beloved waitress, in the blaze When Scott and Billy hear the news of Meme's death, they both go on a crying jag that must be seen to be believed!
When a steadfast Scott still refuses to let Billy fight he really is about the best friend anyone could ever hope to have , Tony and Mario kidnap Billy and begin training him to fight, under the ruse that he is helping Scott raise money to rebuild the bar. When the police refuse to help Scott find Billy, he sets out on his own, first by killing Diablo and Mono who suffers a fitting death by fire while begging Scott to kill him, which he refuses to do!
Scott must take Billy's place in the ring and fight Tin Lum Yin's East Coast champion, which leads to a shoot-out, many deaths and an unexpected windfall for Scott and Billy. First off, how Lou Ferrigno didn't win an Academy Award for his performance here is beyond my comprehension Oscar rule of thumb: Play a retard, dress in drag or die of a terminal disease and you are guaranteed to get a nomination.
Yes, I am half-kidding, but the other half of me enjoyed Ferrigno's performance immensely, as he is affecting and totally believable as the retarded musclehead.
It's probably the best role of his career, acting-wise. Reb Brown also registers as Scott. His protective friendship with Billy is quite touching. Secondly, there's a lot more going on here than a simple action film. Both Billy and Mario lack the intelligence or will to survive on their own, but the way they are treated by their prospective guardians is like apples and oranges.
The scene where Mario sympathizes with Billy while he is being beaten to a pulp by one fighter played by Matthias Hues is heartfelt and tugs at your emotions, as is their scene in the locker room where Mario pleads with Billy to fight one more time to save both of their lives.
Call me an old softy, but CAGE is that rare action film that pulls at your heartstrings while beating your body to a bloody pulp. Look closely and you'll spot Danny Trejo as Mr. Costello's bodyguard, Jimmy F. Skaggs as the "Ugly Guy" and roller derby and wrestling veteran Queen Kong nee Dee Booher as a member of Diablo's gang who gets punched in the face by Scott. CAGE II - Awful sequel to the surprisingly affecting CAGE that, while it reunites the main cast, director and screenwriter, misses the mark completely on what made the original film so successful: Lou Ferrigno returns as hulking simpleton Billy, who was rendered retarded during the Vietnam War by getting shot in the head while saving Scott Reb Brown from an enemy ambush.
Since that day, Scott has become Billy's caregiver and best friend. As Part II opens, Scott and Billy are attacked in a grocery store by Chin James Lew and his gang, who leave Scott for dead and kidnap Billy after shooting a tranquilizer dart into his stomach. Billy becomes the star attraction of the Cage Cable Network, a brutal fighting corporation which now, unlike the first film, seems perfectly legal owned by Tin Lum Yin James Shigata , the chief bad guy in Part 1, who was supposedly crushed to death by Billy in the finale, but survived and now must wear a full body brace and walk with a cane.
Tin Lum Yin keeps Billy in line by giving him daily "vitamin injections", which are actually genetically enhanced steroids that turn Billy into a violent, no-mercy cage fighter, a degree turn from his normal, docile retarded self. Billy, who believes Scott is dead, begins to refuse the injections with the help of pretty servant Mi Lo Shannon Lee, in a degrading role , which upsets Yin when Billy begins to get less aggressive and starts showing mercy on his opponents in the cage matches by "mercy", I mean he doesn't kill them.
Billy begins to go through withdrawal symptoms from the lack of injections, which Mi Lo helps him get through with the use of acupuncture. Wo Gerald Okamura want Billy to go back to taking the injections and when Billy refuses after finding out that Yin "purchased" Mi Lo in Hong Kong when she was twelve years-old and used her as a whore , Yin stages one final tournament before he leaves the city with millions of dollars in gambling bets.
Meanwhile, Scott who has been honing his fighting skills with Tanaka and Ogami's help enters the tournament under the alias "Robert Parker" in one of the most ridiculous disguises I have ever seen and works his way up the ranks. Yin, who is not fooled by Scott's disguise believe me, a blind man could spot it , comes up with a surefire way to kill two birds with one stone: Of course, this all blows-up in Yin's face, as Billy and Scott join forces with Tanaka and Ogami to stop the madness.
When Yin shoots Mi Lo in the back, Billy goes after him, but the severely disappointing finale finds Billy shot three times and Yin escaping. While the original CAGE had a decent budget and a star turn by Lou Ferrigno, this sequel is much too cheap looking check out the sparse audience members during the cage matches and is more concerned with fighting than characterization, which was the original's strength.
Ferrigno seems to forget that he's supposed to be retarded in this film and acts more like Ferrigno than a simpleton, which is a damned shame. The acting, by a series of genre pros, is strictly generic Leo Fong is absolutely terrible here, but any Fong fan already knows that his thespian ability has always been lacking and returning director Lang Elliott THE PRIVATE EYES - and screenwriter Hugh Kelley seem more interested in showing people beating the stuffing out of each other rather unconvincingly and less about Scott and Billy's relationship.
It's no better or worse than the multitude of faceless DTV actioners that crammed the video shelves in the 90's. CHALLENGE - You have to love a film that puts a disclaimer at the beginning of the film saying that they purposely made a film with no nudity, sexuality or bad language so that it is family-friendly.
Don't you believe it! While that statement is basically true, there's enough violence which they thankfully left out of the disclaimer on view here to make action fans happy. Senate candidate John Frank Challenge producer Earl Owensby is about to hand over incriminating documents to the State Crime Commission, which doesn't sit too well with local crime boss and businessman Mr.
Guthrie screenwriter William T. He hires three assassins including one who's a martial arts instructor to kill Challenge, get the documents and also get a second set which he has hidden at home. The assassins beat the snot out of Challenge, steal the first set of documents and leave Challenge bleeding but not dead and unconscious in a motel parking lot.
They then go to Challenge's house and accidentally knock out Challenge's wife Katheryn Thompson. Unable to find the second set of documents, they burn down the house, killing Challenge's wife and young daughter.
Challenge is rushed to the hospital and, after learning of his family's death, vows revenge on those responsible. One-by-one, Challenge kills those responsible one involves a sharpened belt buckle! Guthrie for a final showdown. I think what makes this different from most revenge flicks is that Challenge gets revenge without actually killing anyone.
They basically kill themselves, but not without a little push from Challenge. One crashes his car and it explodes trying to get away from Challenge. Another flies his plane into a forest after running out of fuel.
Still another crashes through a window and falls to his death after missing a flying kick aimed at Challenge. Guthrie drops dead of a heart attack running away from Challenge who fires his shotgun into the air, basically scaring Guthrie to death. Earl Owensby this is his first film, both as actor and producer , who was never accused of being a good actor, made a career of churning out these little regional actioners from his Shelby, North Carolina production facility and they were very popular in the South.
After the films opening disclaimer, it was unnerving to view Owensby's plentiful back hair apparently, that's family-friendly. Truth be told, I would rather see nudity.
Director Martin Beck handles the action rather proficiently, offering us a long car chase through the back streets of Shelby, a prop plane chase and some other nice set pieces. Ignore the info on IMDB that says that they are both the same film they even mix and match the credits as it is just plain wrong. Other Owensby films include: The diamond thieves want their booty back, as does the mob boss they stole them from.
Zach and Chance join forces when one of the thieves tries to kill Zach and they try to discover who actually has possession of the diamonds. That's the whole plot, folks. Toss in numerous gun fights, car chases and dialogue like.
The fact that it took two people to direct this, Charles T. Kanganis who also acts in this using the name "Charlie Ganis" and Addison Randall who also co-wrote the script and has a role as a jerkoff cop who gets a bullet in his brainpan , is an early indicator that this film is in trouble. The action scenes are lame, the fight scenes badly staged and the acting is pretty poor. He previously played the same character in L. HEAT , L. What can I say about Dan Haggerty who also was an Associate Producer on this that I haven't already complained about in other reviews?
If you've seen him in one film, you've seen him in all his films. He wears the same expression on his face in all his roles. It looks as if he's squeezing a twelve foot turd out his ass and he has the emotional range of a hard boiled egg and I get the distinct impression that the booze he drinks in all his roles is real.
How he keeps getting work is beyond me. CHANCE has a lot of bullet squibs a PM trademark , some fine female nudity and a couple of good stunts but, surprisingly, no scene of a car flipping through the air in slow-motion, another PM trademark , but unless you need a really bad action fix and you can't find anything better to watch, this film can be skipped.
For PM Entertainment completists only. My friend William Wilson keeps sending me these Dan Haggerty disasters because he knows that I have no choice but to review them. He knows that I am still looking for a good Dan Haggerty film when we all know that there's no such thing. William Wilson is a bastard who should have other people start his car from now on. Payback is a bitch. A PM Entertainment Release. Roger doesn't trust the government very much because, years before, he and some other soldiers went to Vietnam on their own to rescue some American POWs and when they returned to the States, the government killed nearly everyone involved in the mission This is the only connection to the first film.
With the help of his old Commanding Officer, Roger was able to avoid being killed by changing his identity and living in anonymity. Nothing lasts forever, though, as Roger now finds himself paying back his old C. When they sneak into Garcia's compound and find he is not th ere, it's obvious that there's a traitor within their ranks. Gabriel thinks it's Marisol and shoots her point-blank in the stomach after ripping open blouse and discovering that her breasts aren't disfigured She previously had stated that Garcia's men scarred her breasts in a torture session years before, which is a reverse take-off on a truly disturbing scene in the first film.
When Rafael Cesar Olmo , the leader of the freedom fighters, is captured and tortured by Garcia and his minions, Roger, Gabriel and a select few freedom fighters attempt to rescue him, even though the American government has called off the assassination and wants Roger to return to the States.
Even though they manage to rescue Rafael, the rescue attempt turns out to be a trap and only Roger, Gabriel and Rafael escape with their lives. When the real traitor tips his hand, Roger kills him, but soon finds out that his entire mission was a setup conducted by Garcia to flush out the freedom fighters and kill them. Roger still has a trick or two up his sleeve and Garcia pays for his treachery with his life. This is nowhere near as good or nihilistic as the first film.
Gone is the majority of the anti-American bias that made the first film so memorable and in it's place is a lukewarm "guess who the traitor is" plot that is so easy to solve, it's ridiculous. The action scenes are statically filmed and are infrequent When they do come, it's just the standard firing of guns and a few bloody bullet squibs and explosions.
There's nothing here remotely extraordinary or awe-inspiring. Equally annoying are the dubbed voices used for both Brett Clark and Jeff Moldovan, who both have real voices that are distinct and identifiable. The finale is especially frustrating, as we expect Roger to get even with his Commanding Officer when he returns to the States. Instead, he returns to Miami where the entire film was lensed , gets into a limousine with his C. What a crock of shit.
Don't waste you time with this one, folks. Fabrizio DeAngelis, the director of the first film, was the Producer here. This film never had a legitimate U. When Carmine Longo Mike Lane, returning from the first film is released from prison after a lengthy stay, he goes after the people who put him there. Barnes, Larson and Cougar are ambushed by Longo at their friend's funeral and Larson is killed.
Longo becomes a loose cannon, much to the dismay of local crime lord Voce Joe Donte , who is losing too many of his men who are assisting Longo in fulfilling his revenge. Barnes and Cougar then go on a systematic tour of destruction, killing two goons by oversweating them in a sauna and hiring some merceneries which includes Robert Z'Dar to help them.
They then rob Voce's personal armoury to get the weapons they need to get their revenge. Longo puts pressure on mob lawyer Kozlo Frank Sinatra Jr. It's not long before all hell breaks loose as bullets fly, people die and Barnes faces a personal problem which involves his girlfriend Julie Deana Jurgens.
This film contains a cast that is full of B-movie staples. Director Tornatore fills the film with plenty of explosions, car chases, stunts and other bloodshed, some of it filmed with Tornatore's patented Peckinpah-like slow-motion photography. He spends most of his time running around firing weapons, so acting takes a back seat here.
Those wily bastards have the cast credits and plot correct on the DVD sleeve, they just put the wrong film on the DVD. The only way you are going to see this film in any form in the U. The prologue shows a French army convoy being ambushed by the Vietcong in They kill all the French soldiers and steal millions of dollars in art, important documents and diamonds that the convoy was transporting. Flash-forward fifteen years and a group of American commandos are raiding a secret underground tunnel that is the headquarters for VC General Diap Ken Watanabe.
After killing all the VC in the tunnel and capturing General Diap, the leader of the commandos, Captain Brady Michael James , calls for a pick-up but, for reasons unknown until much later, some of the squad members point their weapons at Captain Brady.
When back-up finally arrives, they find all of Brady's men shot dead and Brady lying unconscious with a fistful of diamonds in his hands.
Brady is brought to court martial, but is given five days to bring General Diap back to prove his innocence. She manages to walk through the compound unnoticed and leads Brady right to Diap, where he takes him prisoner for a second time.
As they are leaving the compound, a welcoming committee is waiting and they must fight their way out. Brady and his men are ambushed as they turn every corner, as if someone doesn't want him to make it back. Could it be the mysterious General McMoreland Gordon Mitchell , who may know more than he is letting on?
A squad of French soldiers also want Diap because they think he knows the location of the treasure stolen fifteen years earlier. After saving each other's hides a couple of times, the French forge an uneasy alliance with Brady and agree to take possession of Diap only after he testifies at Brady's court martial. That's easier said than done, as making it to the trial will be no easy task. Diap keeps bribing the soldiers with diamonds to let him escape and Brady must then decide whether to kill Diap or bring him back for the trial.
If you ask me, the only good gook is a dead gook. There's enough double and triple crosses here for ten films and the violence, while not particularly bloody, comes fast and frequently. The dialogue consists of macho lines, like this exchange between Brady and Terryl: Yo u stupid asshole! When three soldiers in gas masks to hide their identities brutally gun down an American officer and his lady friend i.
When they question Col. Kasler, he tells the duo that Major Shooman wants him and another officer dead, but ref uses to tell them the reason why or the other officer's name, citing reasons of "national security".
When an assassin unsuccessfully tries to kill Col. Kasler, Morgan and Hawk chase the assassin through the streets of Saigon, where they capture and then "interrogate" him Morgan says of Hawk while he's breaking the assassin's fingers one-by-one, "Don't piss him off. He makes Bruce Lee look like a pussy! When Hawk is called away to visit one of his sick children What? Morgan is forced to kill the assassin before he can interrogate him, so he and Hawk who suddenly reappears confront Col.
Kasler, who finally spills the beans. It seems Kasler, the dead officer from the beginning of the film and another officer witnessed Major Shooman and the Cobra Force slaughter an entire village of innocent Vietnamese men, women and children, but the U.
As Morgan and Hawk race to protect the third officer, they will soon discover that the difference between the good guys and the bad guys is just the width of a hair. Someone is lying to them in a big way and it could cost them their lives. Brent Huff who sports a distracting dangly earring in his left ear is simply awful here.
His idea of "acting" is to scream out all his lines it becomes unintentionally funny after a while and Max Laurel, who was so memorable as ZUMA , is dubbed by someone with a very high-pitched voice, making his character seem more like a parody than a real person.
Laurel also disappears mysteriously several times throughout the film. It's as if he wasn't available to film some of his scenes and is so noticeable, it becomes distracting. And, call me crazy, but did I spot mid's style bathing suits on view during the opening scene?
There are also plenty of other examples of objects cars and weapons that shouldn't be seen in a film set in the mid's. That's just lazy filmmaking. Frank is killed He is shot in the leg and then point-blank in the head. When one of the goons is unable to free the briefcase from Frank's wrist, he blows off Frank's hand with a few well-placed shots from his pistol!
His wife Julie Joan Becherich is kidnapped and murdered before his eyes after he turns over a briefcase he picked up in San Francisco. The murderers behind Julie's death are the same people who hired the goons to steal the briefcase from Frank, so J. The Colonel tells J. He kills three guys in a strip bar when they refuse to answer his questions "Wrong answer, dude!
He then shotguns five guys who try to attack him and his wife's best friend Katie Barbara Garrison and then forces another guy to commit suicide after he gives J. The fascists send a female assassin named Angel Amy Sachel to dispose of J. To say anymore would spoil the final surprise. I can't begin to describe how impossibly infectious this film is. It should fail on all levels and, really, it does , but it is so logic-defying and non-stop violent, you can't help but keep your eyes on the screen.
It's like watching a huge pile-up on the freeway where no one survives, only all the dead bodies are the most ugly people this side of a trailer park crackhouse Just what is in Portland's water anyway? Why is everyone in this film so butt-ugly? Perm-headed Joey Johnson is simply indescribable as J. He's like Dirty Harry without the badge or talent , as he blows away people left and right, usually for just looking at him funny.
People appear and disappear for no rhyme or reason other than to be victims of J. It really is one of the looniest and out-of-left-field conclusions that I have witnessed in quite a while. When director Shaw doesn't know how to end a scene, he simply puts J. I haven't even touched the surface of what this film has to offer, including terrible acting watch Angel's scene , lousy sound editing when J.
Oh, what fun you are going to have if you are lucky enough to get your hands on a copy of this! The city of Portland should use this film as a tourist attraction "Come to Portland.
Chances are you are better-looking than us! Then come visit one of our many fine parks! Not available on DVD. After viewing this action abomination, I'm happy to report that, yes, it is. In the opening, police detective Zeus director George Pan-Andreas and his partner get into a shootout with a drug gang the guns sound like cap pistols and you can see the wadding come out of the barrels and, when some of the gang come popping out of garbage cans!
Zeus is then forced to kill two crooked uniformed cops who were going to kill him and take the gang's drug money. Zeus is kicked off the force and is set to go on trial for killing the two cops He complains to his Police Chief, defending his reputation as a crime fighter: Morrell begs Zeus to come back Zeus says, "How can I come back now?
You broke my heart! Zeus finally relents and rescues a young girl and she is able to pick out one of the killers by his mug shot. When the little girl is killed by the crime organization, Zeus gathers his Vietnam buddies together both of them to exact some vengeance, but first they need some strict military training to get into shape this sequence is a real howler, as Zeus and his comrades go through their training with a no-nonsense drill sargeant while having flashbacks of their time as P.
Once their training is done, Zeus and his two buddies go on an all-out assault on the crime organization's compound, armed with silencers, AKs and their own deadly hands. Zeus begins to kill all the bad guys one-by-one including one memorable death with a switchblade hidden in his sleeve until he meets the female head of the organization, who tries to seduce Zeus, but ends up dead by one of her own devices. Director George Pan-Andreas, who speaks with such a thick Greek accent that he's hard to understand on several occasions, has surely made a lousy film, but it is so damned watchable and full of hilarious set pieces and quotable dialogue, you'll be glad you watched it.
I could go on-and-on about all the visual and auditory nuggets this film has to offer, like when Zeus' wife says to him, "Is that all you care about, justice and uzo? Though basically a vanity project for Pan-Andreas he's the only actor listed in the crazy opening credits , there's plenty of other stuff to laugh at, from the badly-staged martial arts fights Zeus screams like a little girl every time he gets hit , to the unbelievable action sequences check out the motorcycle stunt which results in one of the main bad guys getting a nasty tire burn on his face!
The film is very bloody in spots, including a nasty throat slashing the effects are surprisingly well done and wait until you get to the surreal ending involving Zeus and the President. I was laughing so hard I nearly pissed myself!
This is cheese of the highest order and essential to every badfilm fan. The General is not too cooperative with the international press, though and with good reason , so when nosy reporter Helen Brigitte Porsh notices that American William Corbett Richard Randall has arrived in-country secretly at the General's request, she cozies-up to him and becomes his lover, looking for the "big" story.
William agrees to take her to visit the General at his country home after she and William are attacked leaving a casino, where Helen proves quite adept in the martial arts and we learn that the General has strange Macumba supernatural powers, like the ability to shoot electricity from his fingertips. William and the General are business partners in an illegal drug cartel the General burned down all the drug farms not only to get the U. The General agrees to grant Helen an interview as a fav or to William, where he shows the extant of his powers by making a dwarf called Astaroth the late Nelson de la Rosa; THE RAT MAN - appear and disappear at will and applies some of his fingertip electrical skills on Helen's cranium I told you it gets stranger!
When William and Helen leave the General's home, their Jeep breaks down and they hop on a passing bus, only to have the bus attacked by some of the General's men. When a child on the bus is shot dead, Helen goes bonkers, grabs a machine gun and begins shooting back, killing several of the General's men. William and Helen are then taken prisoner along with some Contra rebels and the General makes them all work in the mines as slaves at the dreaded "Gates of Paradise", a secret underground location where something unknown and evil is going on.
This involves Contra women, including Myra, infiltrating the camp as prostitutes and, while the guards are getting their rocks off, David, William and the Contra fighters sneak in.
It doesn't go as planned. When Helen is taken prisoner and tortured by the General and Astaroth, William reveals that he is actually a U. Marine working undercover to bring down the General and leads the Contras on a raid of the General's compound to rescue Helen he fails miserably and stop the General's tyranny at least he's successful there. This Italian-made mixture of war action and supernatural shenanigans may be strange, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it is good.
Most of the war action footage here is cribbed from other Italian war films especially Umberto Lenzi's BRIDGE TO HELL  and the supernatural elements are woefully underplayed, like they were an afterthought in Donald Russo's screenplay when the production ran short and they needed to put in something to increase the running time.
The appearance of diminutive Nelson de la Rosa as the general's magical sidekick is a treat but, he, too, is underutilized and and only appears in a couple of scenes. It's definitely not one of the Big Boot's shining moments. Never legitimately released on home video in the U. Not Rated , but there's not much in the way of blood or gore. The film opens with the freedom fighters attacking a Dutch military base lots of explosion and people on both sides getting riddled with bullets , only to have the Dutch capture the leader of the freedom fighters, who bites his own tongue off when he is questioned and gets shot for not cooperating.
The Captain of the Dutch military base wants to question the villagers as to where the freedom fighters, known as the Daredevil Commandos, are hiding and kill all those who won't assist them, but the Captain's second-in-command temporarily talks the Captain out of it, because the eyes of the world are on Indonesia and a mass slaughter of innocent people would not be in the best interest for the Dutch.
Morale is also at an all-time low Sgt. Hassim kicks the shit out of one of his comrades when the man threatens to report another soldier getting cozy with a female nurse , so when Sgt. Hassim is offered a mission to investigate a burned-out village, he grabs the rest of his team to investigate. It turns out to be a trap set-up by the Dutch and that crazy Dutch Captain. Low on ammunition, the Daredevil Commandos nevertheless win the battle using sheer brute strength One of the Daredevils is killed, though , which severely pisses-off the Dutch Captain, who steps-up the brutality World view be damned!
Hassim's Daredevils, witnessed his sister and mother being raped by the Dutch when he was younger and these newer instances are waking-up long-suppressed memories. The Dutch are aware that the freedom fighters are running low on weapons, ammunition and food, so they plan on one final big-scale attack to wipe them off the face of the Earth. What the Dutch didn't count on is the resiliency of the Indonesian people, as the Daredevil Commandos plan to strike the Dutch where it will hurt them the worst: At their huge compound where the Dutch store a large cache of weapons, ammunition and food.
It seems the only way to truly surprise the Dutch at the compound is to climb down a huge vertical cliff, so Sgt. Hassim and his men train hard for the mission. Will this be the mission that will finally make the Dutch exit Indonesia for good? The direction, by E. Bakker who has no other film credits that I can find and may be a pseudonym , is rather flat and uninvolving, and he seems more interested in patriotic speeches rather than action through the first two-thirds of the film at one point, just before a battle, the Daredevil Commandos break out into a patriotic song that begins with "Indonesia, you are my country When the final battle does come at the Dutch compound but not before more singing and prayers , it turns into a pretty bloody and stunt-filled extravaganza, with plenty of explosions, gunfights and bullet squibs, but it still pales in comparison to most Indonesian actioners because it doesn't contain a single "What The Fuck?!?
Even the climatic rock avalanche is filmed for minimal impact. A rare loser from Producer Gope T. Samtani and Rapi Films. Alexander and Gino Makasutji. Never legitimately available on home video in the U. The film opens with a man in a big black hat, black gloves a staple of giallo films and carrying a cane with a spring-loaded blade killing a man in Genoa, Italy, one of his thugs finding a key taped to his torso.
Cobra jumps at the chance since Kadinsky was the person who got him fired. Cobra hasn't seen his son in quite a while, ever since his wife was murdered.
Brenda and Cobra start a love affair, but can she be trusted? We soon find out that Kadinsky is the man in the black hat and gloves and he knows Cobra's every move, killing anyone who could give information to Cobra and attempting several times to take Cobra's life, all unsuccessful. The biggest problem Cobra runs up against is that everyone he talks to is deathly afraid to talk about Kadinsky.
When Papasian tells Cobra that Kadinsky is dead, we must figure out if he really is. Let me talk about this film's bad points: The action is lazily staged, the violence too restrained for its own good in the film's defense, the print I viewed may have been edited and the dialogue laughable, but not in a funny way.
The usually dependable Franco Nero looks to be sleepwalking through his role as Cobra. His "trademark" in this film is spitting out his gum or sticking it in unusual places, like a thug's forehead. It is supposed to be funny, but it comes off as forced Nero's mouth is always moving, even when he doesn't talk! It's also obvious that Nero used a stuntman for some of his more strenuous scenes, including jumping and climbing from building-to-building another "trademark" and a long fight scene in an alleyway.
Even when Cobra's son Tim is killed, run over on orders by Goldsmith, the film rings hollow. We see Cobra crying, as he has memories of the good times he and Tim had including an uncomfortable game of two-man baseball where it is apparent Nero didn't know how to swing a bat at a ball.
In the very next scene, it looks as if he has gotten over it.
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