In a perfect world, Walter Hill’s record as a director would be unblemished. Streets Of Fire, 48 Hours, The Warriors, Southern Comfort, Red Heat. Any of them would define the 70’s and 80’s in American cinema and its goals. Unfortunately, everybody’s run ends somewhere. Hill’s ended with this abomination of a film, Supernova, and took him over twelve years to be trusted with another movie. Which is sad given that the film could have been a great film both in terms of pacing and execution.
TerrorVision is not a good movie. Good movies have decent acting, a noteworthy script or a competent direction. Qualities TerrorVision does not possess. Despite all this, it is one of the most sinful of guilty pleasures and you should thank the film gods that it exists. Quite how it all works, well, we’ll get into that now.
Wow, childhood is a strange, multipurpose thing. On one hand, it’s a pain with all the mistakes and pains that go with not knowing that it’s the world that has a problem, not you. On the other, we experience things or make a note of them and they stay with us until we have the skills to understand them. Or not as the case before me proves. Thanks, Moontrap.