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Israeli friends Menahem Golan and Yoren Globus came to America with a passion to make movies, drawing their motivation from cherished childhood memories of trips to the theatres and seeing the great American films on show. The only trouble was, they'd had no formal training in the art of filmmaking, and as such had no idea what they were doing. The result was a succession of ultra low budget, 'cheesy' (as they say!) shlockfests during the 1980s that made names out of stars such as Michael Winner, Chuck Norris, Michael Dudikoff, Dolph Lundgren and Jean Claude Van Damme. But their overkill and reckless desire to make more and more films, without even writing scripts or getting the funds necessary to make them, saw their film studio, Cannon, take a massive crash into extinction at the end of the decade.
I must be one of the curious cult that found an interest in the Cannon franchise growing up, and appreciated the cultural impact they left on the 80s, in their own, distinctive little way. It seems they made quite an array of different pictures, only a few of which I was really interested in, mainly the action films of Norris, of whom they made quite a big star, but that's not to say films such as Death Wish 2 and King Solomon's Mines escaped my notice with their awfulness. There was a knack for making terribly lit films with would be massive special effects that highlighted the ultra low budget, which even more so many years on, gives them even more of an unintentional comedy feel.
The film presents a quick fire succession of talking heads, recounting their involvement with the company, without providing much in the way of any background researched information and allowing the story to develop any true sense of a solid base. That's not to say the talking heads don't give us enough of an account of these two bull headed men coming from their homeland to dominate Hollywood, just not in the most effective way. Depth may not cross the mind of some aficianados such as myself, happy to lull back and relive the nostalgia these wonderfully awful films invoke, and as such you may still have a good time.
It certainly is a nice trip down memory lane, and highlights just how seriously cheap and cheerful some of your favourites were. ***
Israeli friends Menahem Golan and Yoren Globus came to America with a passion to make movies, drawing their motivation from cherished childhood memories of trips to the theatres and seeing the great American films on show. The only trouble was, they'd had no formal training in the art of filmmaking, and as such had no idea what they were doing. The result was a succession of ultra low budget, 'cheesy' (as they say!) shlockfests during the 1980s that made names out of stars such as Michael Winner, Chuck Norris, Michael Dudikoff, Dolph Lundgren and Jean Claude Van Damme. But their overkill and reckless desire to make more and more films, without even writing scripts or getting the funds necessary to make them, saw their film studio, Cannon, take a massive crash into extinction at the end of the decade.
I must be one of the curious cult that found an interest in the Cannon franchise growing up, and appreciated the cultural impact they left on the 80s, in their own, distinctive little way. It seems they made quite an array of different pictures, only a few of which I was really interested in, mainly the action films of Norris, of whom they made quite a big star, but that's not to say films such as Death Wish 2 and King Solomon's Mines escaped my notice with their awfulness. There was a knack for making terribly lit films with would be massive special effects that highlighted the ultra low budget, which even more so many years on, gives them even more of an unintentional comedy feel.
The film presents a quick fire succession of talking heads, recounting their involvement with the company, without providing much in the way of any background researched information and allowing the story to develop any true sense of a solid base. That's not to say the talking heads don't give us enough of an account of these two bull headed men coming from their homeland to dominate Hollywood, just not in the most effective way. Depth may not cross the mind of some aficianados such as myself, happy to lull back and relive the nostalgia these wonderfully awful films invoke, and as such you may still have a good time.
It certainly is a nice trip down memory lane, and highlights just how seriously cheap and cheerful some of your favourites were. ***