I'm so happy, a beast I had always believed to be entirely mythical, like the centaur or the Loch Ness Monster, has given us positive proof of its existence. It's a miracle - there really is a fan of Double X the Name of the Game in the universe, and he appears to go by the name of "Dave". The mystery deepens, however, as "Dave" is clearly not from planet earth. No human being could ever have written the review Dave wrote, not even with his tongue buried in his cheek.
This "film" - for it is barely deserving of that moniker - is so utterly, totally, atrociously, egregiously, mind-bogglingly dreadful it is astounding it ever got made, let alone broadcast. I saw it on one of its rare outings late at night in the UK on Sky Movies 692 or somewhere equally obscure, and I have to conclude that it was a programming accident that allowed it onto the air. Not even the numpties who schedule endless rounds of garbage on the second-string Sky channels could possibly have thought anybody - and I mean anybody - would sit through this pile of unadulterated effluent.
Writer/director Shani S Grewal - whoever he may be - should be barred from ever picking up a camera or pen ever again for inflicting this celluloid silage heap on us.
I am absolutely amazed that anybody has bothered to vote on this film at all, and shocked into a death-like paralysis that a few people have given it a rating of 10! 10!! Even if one of them was Mr. Grewal himself, and "Dave" is another, that still leaves at least some other certifiable loonies out there. Please, if you were one of them, explain yourself. Was it some kind of sick joke?
Simon Ward and William Katt? Well, they were well on their way to has-been status when this film was made. But Bernard Hill? Bernard "Yosser Hughes" Hill? Bernard "King Theoden" Hill? Bernard old bean, you really should be ashamed of yourself.
This "film" - for it is barely deserving of that moniker - is so utterly, totally, atrociously, egregiously, mind-bogglingly dreadful it is astounding it ever got made, let alone broadcast. I saw it on one of its rare outings late at night in the UK on Sky Movies 692 or somewhere equally obscure, and I have to conclude that it was a programming accident that allowed it onto the air. Not even the numpties who schedule endless rounds of garbage on the second-string Sky channels could possibly have thought anybody - and I mean anybody - would sit through this pile of unadulterated effluent.
Writer/director Shani S Grewal - whoever he may be - should be barred from ever picking up a camera or pen ever again for inflicting this celluloid silage heap on us.
I am absolutely amazed that anybody has bothered to vote on this film at all, and shocked into a death-like paralysis that a few people have given it a rating of 10! 10!! Even if one of them was Mr. Grewal himself, and "Dave" is another, that still leaves at least some other certifiable loonies out there. Please, if you were one of them, explain yourself. Was it some kind of sick joke?
Simon Ward and William Katt? Well, they were well on their way to has-been status when this film was made. But Bernard Hill? Bernard "Yosser Hughes" Hill? Bernard "King Theoden" Hill? Bernard old bean, you really should be ashamed of yourself.