Rating: PG
Movie Release Date: October 18, 1991
DVD Release Date: I can't even find it on DVD. Can there only be a VHS version out there? For shame!
Plot 411: A group of motorcycle-riding strangers roll into a sleepy town and shake things up.
Review: When a friend told me that Vanilla Ice aka Rob Van Winkle had his own movie (aside from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret Of The Ooze) I just HAD to check it out. And boy, it did not disappoint. From the opening dance scene (above) to the final act, this movie was so bad it was good. I mean, if the obviously dated wardrobe didn't kill you, you probably faired well against the music, rapping and dancing. The acting was clunking and stilted. The dialogue was horrendously overwrought with contemporary (at that time) slangs. And yet somehow, it managed to surpass being completely awful. When you step back from all the in-your-face attitude, glow-in-the-dark colors and music video-quality production, there are subtle things about the movie that make it worthwhile. Vanilla Ice's character even has an arc, which is shocking isn't it? There's a decent message behind the madness, which is to be true to yourself. It's kind of nice for the pre-teen and teen crowd that probably went to see this in the theaters. Yeah, most of this was bad and has taken 90 minutes of my life that I'll never get back, but there were still a couple of good moments in there somehwere.
Watch It: If you were around in the 1990s as this is a total flashback. What were people thinking when they wore all those outrageous colors and patterns, buzzed designs into their hair and thought dancing consisted of things like the running man and pelvic thrusting?
Skip It: If you're sane. This is, after all, the guy who made white rappers look bad.
Movie Release Date: October 18, 1991
DVD Release Date: I can't even find it on DVD. Can there only be a VHS version out there? For shame!
Plot 411: A group of motorcycle-riding strangers roll into a sleepy town and shake things up.
Review: When a friend told me that Vanilla Ice aka Rob Van Winkle had his own movie (aside from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret Of The Ooze) I just HAD to check it out. And boy, it did not disappoint. From the opening dance scene (above) to the final act, this movie was so bad it was good. I mean, if the obviously dated wardrobe didn't kill you, you probably faired well against the music, rapping and dancing. The acting was clunking and stilted. The dialogue was horrendously overwrought with contemporary (at that time) slangs. And yet somehow, it managed to surpass being completely awful. When you step back from all the in-your-face attitude, glow-in-the-dark colors and music video-quality production, there are subtle things about the movie that make it worthwhile. Vanilla Ice's character even has an arc, which is shocking isn't it? There's a decent message behind the madness, which is to be true to yourself. It's kind of nice for the pre-teen and teen crowd that probably went to see this in the theaters. Yeah, most of this was bad and has taken 90 minutes of my life that I'll never get back, but there were still a couple of good moments in there somehwere.
Watch It: If you were around in the 1990s as this is a total flashback. What were people thinking when they wore all those outrageous colors and patterns, buzzed designs into their hair and thought dancing consisted of things like the running man and pelvic thrusting?
Skip It: If you're sane. This is, after all, the guy who made white rappers look bad.
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