Nothing in this psychotronic kids flick is as cool as that title. That title is the fucking balls. It is the John Travolta, 1978, Danny Zuko of fucking cool titles. But, and this is a giant fat ass but, this flick is tough as hell to get through for me. Once the weed stops working or the six pack has been polished off, this thing stops. Like, it drops anchor in my eyeballs. It doesn’t stop me from watching it ever year like clockwork, with the silent hope that one year Tim Burton or Peter Jackson channeling a DEAD ALIVE style would take this under their wing and finally do the title justice.
LOCKED AND LOADED,
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