Bad Movie Police: Case #2
Chick Boxer
(1992)
review by Busterface

I am quickly becoming a fan of Tempe Video’s Bad Movie Police series. Like I have stated before, I LOVE bad movies, and this new series from Tempe and J.R. Bookwalter is feeding my hunger for horrible cinema.

The second installment of this growing franchise is CHICKBOXER. After a very humorous and clever BAD MOVIE POLICE intro the audience is subjected to the feature presentation. CHICKBOXER opens on a shot of pink Chuck Taylor Converse coupled with a hair metal song. The Converse are being slowly laced, very s l o w l y... as opening credits are roll over this excruciatingly (four and a half minutes!) long sequence. My God people, you have know idea how brain numbing that opening credit sequence was! I am definitely a bit dumber after viewing that scene.

We are introduced to the female hero. I honestly can’t remember what the hell her character’s name was, but she is laying in bed with her best friend (an equally forgettable character) watching the television show, CHICKBOXER. Our female hero (ah hell, lets’ just call her…Poopsie) believes that the television character of CHICKBOXER is real. Poopsie is influenced by her love and belief in CHICKBOXER, so much so, that she takes up the art of karate. Poopsie wants to be just like CHICKBOXER!

When Poopsie arrives at her first karate class she is met by her instuctor Colt Jackson (played by James Black). It seems that Colt and just about every other damn character (save Poopsie) in the movie are involved in a crime ring that is targeting the town Mayor. Poopsie catches wind of this activity and calls for the help of CHICKBOXER television star Greta something or another (low budget starlet Michelle Bauer). who tells Poopsie to go to hell. So Poopsie decides to take the matter into her own hands, thus, in her mind, becoming CHICKBOXER herself!

I have to admit I did not like this installment as much as the first (GALAXY OF THE DINOSAURS). This movie lacked any sort of good “bad movieness” (if that makes any sense). CHICKBOXER was more painful than it was enjoyable, but I’m still a fan of the overall presentation.

One standout on the DVD is an extra feature that interviews some of the cast and crew members from the film. It is fun to watch the sheer embarrassment on their faces. You can honestly tell that these people would rather bury themselves alive than to admit their involvement in this move.

All in all CHICKBOXER is still bad movie fun-i-tude!