I really liked Nemesis I. I thought everything about it was cool- the explosions were top-notch, the plot was way too complicated and confusing, the stupid one-liners were perfect. I watched Nemesis II and hated it. Gone was the hero from Nemesis I- oh yeah, that never even happened in the sequel. Apparently the director (whose other movies I love) has some sort of muscle fetish and decided to ruin what otherwise could've been some fun (albeit not very original) sequels by constantly bombarding us with disgusting images of a big-muscled she man. Nemesis II was just borring. Nonetheless, I thought I'd give Nemesis IV a try, hoping he'd come back to his senses. Nope. It's a little bit better than Nemesis II, and I can almost -almost- appreciate the director's attempt for some drama in one setting, what comes out looking like the most bizarre adaption of Reservoir Dogs I've ever seen. This movie's highlights are all the disgusting things in it- that's about it. But what's really disgusting is the muscle-bond ox I'm supposed to find sexy. I mean, she really makes me want to throw up. And the fact that she spends most of this movie standing around naked, flexing her muscles or otherwise looking bored (and I don't think I have to tell you she can't act), certainly didn't help me like this movie. God Damn the sequels to Nemesis. The first won showed a lot of pottential.
Review of Nemesis 4: Death Angel
