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5/08/01 Psychic Wars

Title: Psychic Wars

Rating: R (Contains poorly animated blood and nudity so pointless and awkward it's not even gratutitous.)

Try Also: A combination root canal/colostomy administered by a blind paraplegic using only the sharpened slivers of Precious Moments (TM) figurines and African swamp leeches as medical instruments. But don't take MY word for it!

Too often, we critics spend out time insulting bad movies solely on the basis that they suck more than the end of a Cesna engine that doesn't emit gaily colored plumes of fire. Such is the case of Psychic Wars. Psychic Wars, produced by bitter Japanese mountain hobbits and starring absolutely no one, is a sad, violent little parable about a "doctor" magically endowed with powers not unlike those of a severely retarded Green Lantern. Only, instead of relying on a ring that manifests sheer thought into weapons of unparalled destructive power, Our Hero (I forget his name and YOU will too!) possesses the power to create sticks and knives due to the fact that he once removed a second heart from a dying grandmother goddess who... aw, Hell. Y'know what? It REALLY doesn't matter. Oh, and instead of his power only being vulnerable against the color yellow, OH's sharpened sticks only work on beasts who weigh more than House from Police Academy. Fortunately, OH has little to fear in this department. Thanks to an apparent high volume of convenience stores in Hell (c'mon, have you ever met a 7/11 counter worker who WASN'T a poorly disguised minion of the man-goat?), all demons have had the benefit of high yeast diets. And, should OH meet a villain not susceptible to a magically forged blade somewhat reminiscent of Mighty Joe Young's marital aid, one well placed kick to Beelze's bubs is more than enough to suffice. All in all, Psychic Wars will have you rooting for the fact that you actually remembered to replace the batteries in your remote so that you can turn this pile of steaming hog excrement off. Way to go, OH!

Final Grade: F- (For the love of God, someone PLEASE shoot this movie!)

Adam Roach