Land of Doom, 1986
In a dystopian future, people have been scattered by a plague and violent gangs now prowl the land, pillaging anyone unfortunate to land on their radar. Harmony (Deborah Rennard) operates as a lone wolf, doing what it takes to stay out of the line of fire. But when she stumbles across the injured Anderson (Garrick Dowhen), he ropes her into a plan to take out the sadistic leader (Daniel Radell) of the most menacing gang.
You know the conventional wisdom: "Starve a fever,
Land of Doom a cold."
With assurances from the previous review that this wouldn't be too intense, I decided to venture into the world of asymmetrical masks, ill-fitting leather gear, and impractical motorcycle decorations.
For the most part, I found this film to be pretty endearing. Like, the okay parts are okay and the stupid parts are stupid in a way that you can laugh at as opposed to being boring or offensive or upsetting.
Maybe what stood out to me the most in this film was the gender reversal of the "humanizing" trope. There are a TON of movies out there where a solitary male character ends up as the protector of a woman (or a child) who slowly lights a fire of caring in the gruff killer. In this film, that's flipped around. Anderson, injured and alone in a cave, is the one who ends up needing Harmony's help to make it across the desert. And Harmony is the one whose idea of good practice is to shoot first and ask questions later. I loved Anderson going "Harmony, no!", like she's a misbehaving puppy when she wants to kill a man who is a threat to them. As the film goes on (and Anderson inexplicably gets healthier and healthier), the two become more equal. By the end, they have formed a genuine partnership.
Actually, the development of the relationship between Harmony and Anderson was one of my favorite things here. Partly because Anderson is such a well-meaning guy, but also kind of a goober. There's a repeated joke about people seeing the two of them and deferring to Anderson, asking "Is she your woman?". The second time this happens--remembering Harmony's reaction to the first time it was asked---Anderson quickly jumps in with "We're just friends!" before Harmony can smash the guy with a rock. At the same time, Anderson's sense that Harmony should just, like, get over her aversion to men is kind of funny. At one point she bluntly is like "Well, every man I've ever met has either tried to kill me or rape me," and Anderson is like "Right, but
I didn't do either of those things!". LOL. Hey, Anderson, it's almost like her deep-seated trauma
isn't about you.
I'll also admit that I thought it was kind of sweet toward the end when they have been taken captive, they have a little heart to heart. It ends with Harmony wordlessly just extending her pinky finger toward Anderson and I thought it was a nice little touch. I'm going to agree with Wooley that she's the most interesting and most developed character in the film. I thought that her arc gave the movie more heft than it necessarily deserves.
However, if a riff-centric viewing is more your speed, yes, there is plenty to mock here. The outfits. The voices. Every non-main character sounds like a cartoon. I also had to laugh every time we got a shot from behind Harmony. I have to imagine at some point there was a conversation that went like this:
DIRECTOR: So we'd like you to wear this leather bikini bottom.
RENNARD: Okay.
DIRECTOR: You don't . . . have any problem with that?
RENNARD: Nope.
*ON THE FIRST DAY OF SHOOTING*
DIRECTOR: I see you're wearing the bikini bottom.
RENNARD: Yep!
DIRECTOR: . . . . over the top of a pair of cargo pants.
RENNARD: Yep!
DIRECTOR: But only over the butt part of the pants?
RENNARD: Yep!
Once the film gets into the final action showdown, I did lose quite a bit of interest. The best parts are when Harmony and Anderson are journeying across the desert, being lightly grumpy with each other. The villain just isn't interesting enough to add charge to a final showdown, and it all feels much less personal. Big explosions just don't hold a candle to Harmony gently beating a rapist to death with a large rock.
Like, oh my goodness, would I watch this movie again? I think I would.