Let’s say there’s this island where drugs come from. Also, there’s a white slavery ring that trades in pretty girls. Additionally, a Nazi who looks a lot like Hitler is interested in the place. And oh yeah — it’s also the burial ground for disgraced martial artists who will one day be raised from the dead by the strange monks who live there. Got all that? Throw in Cameron Mitchell as a boat captain and you’re ready for the pure batshit piece of trash that is Raw Force.
But wait — the film is also a travelogue of the worst parts of the Far East, as the members of the Burbank Karate Club make their way to the island. Bar fights. Dens of ill repute. Strip clubs. And then the film becomes the Love Boat, but then people start getting killed.
Toss in a nude scene of Camille Keaton (I Spit On Your Grave, What Have You Done to Solange?) while she’s in the bathroom (she’s billed as “Girl In Toilet” and was paid in cash for her part) and a final act where the zombie martial artists all rise and begin killing everything and everyone (and are dressed as Mortal Kombat castoffs ten years before that game even came out), as well as piranhas and you, have quite the stew.
Originally written as Kung-Fu Zombies, the film ends with a To Be Continued… The sequel would have featured Jonathan Winters (!!!) as Hope Holiday’s ex-husband and of course, Cameron Mitchell would have returned.
This is a delirious cocktail of everything you want to watch while at the drive-in or inebriated in the middle of the night: sex, chop sockery, zombie gore, Nazis, mayhem, more sex, more gore, bad kung fu and daring airplane hijinks. Luckily, it’s easy to find on Shudder. Or you can grab a blu ray from the awesome people at Vinegar Syndrome.
I can’t overemphasize how much fun this movie is. Director Edward Murphy claims that he was making a film for seventeen-year-old boys. He succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.