Dead Man Walking (Gregory Brown aka Gregory Dark, 1988)

This week, I'm writing about another apocalyptic sci-fi/action/thriller, 1988's Dead Man Walking, made by porn film director turned b-movie filmmaker turned A-list music video director Gregory Dark under his birth name of Gregory Brown. (He switched from Dark to Brown to differentiate his "legit" movies from his pornos but mostly went back to Dark for his later films and music videos. His employers for the latter career include such varied artists as the Melvins, OutKast, Cherry Poppin' Daddies, Britney Spears, Counting Crows, Orgy, Ice Cube, Sublime, The Shins, Busta Rhymes, Mandy Moore, and Snoop Dogg.)

Dead Man Walking makes the Roger Corman production in my last post, Deathsport, look like a glossy, expensive studio prestige picture, and it's probably safe to assume that the majority of the budget went to the hiring of the cult character actors in the lead roles, which is not a criticism. That's money well spent. The movie has a great premise and a pedestrian visual style clearly hampered by the obvious production budget limitations, but the mostly exciting cast does a lot to keep a film-loving viewer interested.

In the terrifying future of 1997, a world hit hard by a deadly plague is in the process of rebuilding itself. The infected plague victims, who look like sufferers of leprosy (or at least a community theater playhouse version of leprosy), have been confined to heavily guarded shanty towns/slums called plague zones. The uninfected and immune live freely in a society that's close to ours, far away from the plague zones. Wealthy corporations swooped in and consolidated even more power during the pandemic phase (sound familiar?), and the biggest corporation, Unitus, has just begun a process to build housing projects in the plague zones, giving plague sufferers an apartment for their final few years in exchange for cheap labor for Unitus.

Besides the healthy and the plague-infected, a third group of humans called zero men are free to do their freaky thing. Zero men have the plague and will eventually die of it but are non-contagious and don't show any outward symptoms. A healthy person could hang with zero men and not get infected, but would any of them want to? Most of the zero men live lives of reckless abandon and erratic craziness.

John Luger (b-movie legend Wings Hauser) is a zero man who spends his days and nights giving zero effs and drinking at Club Zero, a freaky bar for zero men. We meet him at Club Zero playing chainsaw roulette with another crazy zero man. Hoisted from the ceiling is a chainsaw with a cranky pull starter. The roulette players take turns holding the saw to their opponent's neck and pulling the chain. If you can get the touchy starter to kick on and shred your opponent's neck, you win the game. Luger plays calmly while puffing a cigar and kissing his lady friend Rika (Tasia Valenza) in between turns. To no one's surprise, especially anyone who looked at the credits and saw Hauser's name at the top, Luger wins the game as blood spurts on the fellow patrons.

Meanwhile, Unitus executive Mr. Shahn (John Petlock) and his daughter Leila (Pamela Ludwig) are taking a ride through a plague zone in Shahn's limo, driven by Shahn's chauffeur Chaz (Re-Animator's Jeffrey Combs), to inspect the site of one of the future housing projects. The unlucky trio is set upon by three escaped prisoners, Decker (the late, great Brion James, who eats this role alive), Snake (the great Sy Richardson, who doesn't get enough to do in this movie), and Gordon (Joe D'Angerio). Snake and Gordon are run-of-the-mill criminals, but Decker is a crazed, violence-loving maniac as well as being a zero man. 

Decker kills Shahn, leaves Chaz for dead, and kidnaps Leila, taking her deep into the plague zone. A rescued Chaz tries to get the cops to go after them, but no authority will enter the zone, so Chaz tries his luck at finding a mercenary for hire at Club Zero. Luger likes the idea of heading into the zone on a crazy adventure, so he joins Chaz in the search for Leila. Lots of freaky post-apocalyptic shenanigans ensue, including a visit to Café Death, a plague zone bar that, according to Decker, "makes Club Zero look like Disneyland." (Neither of these bars will win any production design awards, but they have a low-budget charm.) Café Death has a more punk rock vibe than Club Zero's biker bar without the bikes feel, as well as live entertainment from a performance artist/emcee who sets a guy on fire. My wife recognized that emcee as Diz McNally, the co-host along with Dave Coulier of Nickelodeon's Out of Control. We didn't have Nickelodeon in my hometown when I was growing up, so my wife's Nickelodeon references frequently sail right over my head.

This is the kind of premise that's crying out for a decent production design budget and a strong director (imagine what Brian Trenchard-Smith could do with a story like this), but Brown, who hadn't made many non-porn films at this point in his career, doesn't really have the resources or the experience to make this look better than a random A-Team episode. Still, he knows the power of his actors' faces and lets Hauser, Combs, and especially James turn this mother out. (Again, I wish Richardson had more to do.) Hauser gets some great closeups in his early Club Zero scenes, stogie in mouth and chainsaw in hand (or at neck), James takes full advantage of his villainous charisma throughout, and Combs is perfect for playing a conflict-avoiding wimp who discovers his inner strength (though I never quite understood why he was so hellbent on saving his boss's daughter at all costs other than some unexplored relationship or unrequited love angle).

Dead Man Walking is not a great movie. You've seen the apocalyptic road movie done much better and much worse if you've been around enough. Still, I couldn't help but enjoy myself watching these actors navigate this story, and I liked the touch of having actual newscasters turned actors (Mario Machado and Mary Ingersoll) deliver the post-apocalyptic network news in between scenes. Actors always sound wrong when they pretend to be newscasters, but actual newscasters or actors with broadcast news experience have an instinctive feel for newscaster voice. I think you have to be born with it. So, Dead Man Walking. If you're a b-movie fan who digs the '80s low-budget sci-fi/action straight-to-video aesthetic, give this one a go. It's solid.

Deathsport (Nicholas Niciphor & Allan Arkush, 1978)

The second Roger Corman-produced post-apocalyptic vehicle-based movie about a deadly sporting event starring David Carradine (and the third involving vehicular insanity if you include the non-post-apocalyptic Cannonball!), Deathsport was meant to follow up on the success and popularity of Death Race 2000 but turned into an enormous fiasco for almost everyone involved, though it's still an enjoyable if not particularly distinguished b-movie. The behind-the-scenes drama involved Roger Corman trying to convince David Carradine not to do the movie, Carradine regretting not taking Corman's advice, a chaotic atmosphere on set involving much drug and alcohol abuse, an inexperienced director leaving the movie twice (he quit, came back, and then got fired), Corman vet Allan Arkush coming in to save the day twice, and physical altercations between director and actors with vicious but contradictory he-said/he-said accounts of what went down from Nicholas Niciphor and Carradine.

Carradine signed a five-picture deal with Roger Corman in 1975, beginning with Death Race 2000 (written about on this site a few months ago). He followed it up for Corman with the aforementioned cross-country road race movie Cannonball! (not to be confused with The Cannonball Run) and moonshinersploitation comedy Thunder and Lightning. In the meantime, the popularity of Death Race 2000 and the Kung Fu TV series put Carradine back on the radar of Hollywood casting agents and major international productions, and he snagged the lead in Hal Ashby's Woody Guthrie film Bound for Glory (one of the only good music biopics) and Ingmar Bergman's The Serpent's Egg (one of Bergman's only English-language films).

Back on the A-list or at least comfortably near it, Carradine stayed loyal to Roger Corman and their five-movie deal and agreed to play the lead in Deathsport. Corman tried to talk him out of it, telling him to wait for something better, but Carradine insisted, figuring a similar concept to Death Race 2000 could cross over from drive-ins to mainstream audiences the way that movie had. He almost immediately regretted the decision, saying the movie killed his career momentum and stuck him in b-movies and episodic television for most of the rest of his working life, though some of that stuff was great, especially The Long Riders, Q: The Winged Serpent, and his Hollywood comeback in the Kill Bill movies.

Deathsport was a thorn in Corman's side almost from the beginning. Corman's veteran screenwriting collaborator Charles B. Griffith took a crack at it first, but Corman didn't like the results and thought it was a rare Griffith dud. So did most of the directors in the Corman stable, who turned it down one after another, including Arkush (co-director of Hollywood Boulevard and director of Rock'n'Roll High School, Heartbeeps, Get Crazy, Caddyshack II, and at least one episode of at least half the network TV shows from the '80s to the 2010s). Corman got recent USC film school graduate Nicholas Niciphor to completely rewrite the movie. Niciphor had just written the screenplay for the indie drama Our Winning Season, an early film from Stepfather director Joseph Ruben that had done well. That film's producer, Joe Roth (later a major studio executive), told Corman he should let Niciphor direct Deathsport because he'd seen his USC student films and thought the kid had the goods. Corman gave him a shot, which turned into a disaster.

According to Niciphor, he walked into a hostile, drug-addled set with a perpetually stoned Carradine and a perpetually drunk and/or coked-up Claudia Jennings who wouldn't stop giving him the business. He claims Carradine was also physically abusive, roughing him up on multiple occasions. Carradine admits to the heavy drug use on set from both him and Jennings but says that Niciphor was erratic, prone to tantrums, and physically and emotionally abusive to Jennings. When he saw Niciphor hit Jennings, he went ballistic and kicked Niciphor's ass. Carradine's version of events is mostly backed up by Deathsport cinematographer Gary Graver (a lifelong Orson Welles collaborator and close friend who took jobs on b-movies and porn films to scrape up some cash for Welles' projects), who emphasized that Niciphor was especially mean to Jennings, and Arkush, who says Jennings was very coked-up but that Niciphor didn't know what he was doing and behaved inconsistently. Graver also says he thinks Niciphor had untreated PTSD from Vietnam and that the director would often become obsessed with relating the grisliest details of his war experiences. We don't have Jennings' point of view because she sadly died in a car accident in 1979 at the age of 29. Whatever the truth, this was a majorly dysfunctional set.

Corman mostly kept his distance from the on-set drama but felt that the inexperienced Niciphor was struggling to handle the action scenes. When an exasperated Niciphor quit near the end of the shooting schedule, Arkush stepped in. Niciphor came back and agreed to finish the film on the condition he didn't have to direct any Carradine scenes, but the problems persisted and he was fired, with Arkush again stepping in for reshoots as well as a re-edit. Corman told him to salvage the film by shooting some exciting motorcycle chases, even more nudity, and several explosions. Arkush delivered the goods. The usually tight-pursed Corman really let him go wild with the pyro, and the film has a comically awesome number of major explosions. Niciphor never directed again (he's credited on this film under the fake name Henry Suso), but he continued to work as a screenwriter.

Despite all this behind-the-scenes insanity, what's on screen is a pretty standard Roger Corman b-movie. We have a post-apocalyptic wasteland in a future "one thousand years from tomorrow" where most of humanity and our institutions and technology have disappeared. A handful of independent city-states still exist but what lies between is mostly a barren desert, inhabited by cave-dwelling cannibal mutants. A nomadic, scantily clad tribe of nomadic guides with mild psychic healing and telepathic powers make their living by safely guiding people from one city-state to another. Two of these guides are Kaz Oshay (Carradine) and Deneer (Gator Bait star and Playboy Playmate Jennings). The mad dictator of one of the city-states, Lord Zirpola (David McLean), has replaced capital punishment with deathsport, a battle to the death in an explosives-laden outdoor stadium with the prisoners on souped-up motorbikes called death machines. If you kill your opponent, your criminal record is wiped and you go free.

Lord Zirpola's right-hand man is Ankar Moor (Richard Lynch, especially memorable in The Seven-Ups, God Told Me To, and Bad Dreams). Zirpola has the wild idea to kidnap all the guides and make them fight the prisoners in the deathsport events. This is an insane move, but Ankar is one hundred percent on board because he got his ass kicked by Oshay's mother several years ago and wants revenge. Ankar also wants Lord Zirpola's job. After a valiant battle with Zirpola's men where he dispatches most of them with these awesome devices that instantly vaporize people, usually mid-scream (we get a lot of hilarious interrupted screams), Oshay is captured and imprisoned. Deneer has already been captured, too. Zirpola even throws his doctor, Dr. Karl (William Smithers), in a cell after the doc tells him he has a previously unknown brain disease caused by excessive radiation and needs to step down as leader. Dr. Karl's son Marcus (Will Walker), who was being guided by Deneer when she was taken, returns to save his dad. I just watched Will Walker the previous Friday in Paul Schrader's Hardcore, and here he is again on a second consecutive Friday. You can't make this stuff up.

After a harrowing imprisonment, torture (including nude electric shock treatment for the women; the dudes get to keep wearing their loincloths), a deathsport game, and a daring escape, Oshay, Deneer, Dr. Karl, and Marcus take off across the desert, with Ankar and his boys in pursuit. The cannibal mutants also get in on the action. More motorcycle chases, nudity, explosions, decapitations, tender moments, cannibalism, laser blasting, and sword fighting ensue. It's all pretty silly and pretty fun.

With Arkush's help, Deathsport made it past the finish line. It's not one of the great Corman movies, but it's not turgid slop. If you like the drive-in b-movie experience, you'll probably find something to like here, but it's nothing to rearrange your schedule for if you have a great movie to watch. I can be an arty son-of-a-bitch, but I also like shit blowing up real good, motorcycles driving real fast, decapitated heads rolling, and sexy ladies, so I can never dismiss Deathsport entirely. It's no Death Race 2000, but, hey, it's alright.

One last wild bit of trivia for my fellow music fanatics. The film's score by Andy Stein is played on a bunch of bleeping and blooping synths by cult avant-garde composer (and member of Iggy and the Stooges on the final leg of the Raw Power tour) "Blue" Gene Tyranny and on guitar by Jerry Garcia. I would love to know the story behind the music. The score is pretty bonkers and one of the movie's highlights.