We
begin along the waterfront of scenic Subic Bay,
where a midget in a phone booth pleads
with someone on the other end of the line. Seems that Mouse,
the midget in question, is an informant, who is trying to sell information about a
large drug shipment to Martinez, the head of
Manila's Interpol contingent. But Martinez
isn't buying, saying they have all the info they need to
intercept this shipment, until Mouse says he
can give them concrete proof of who's
really behind the drug trafficking. Alas,
before
he can spill it, a car pulls up
and the burly bearded driver
gets out, a walking side of beef that goes
by the name of Mike Jason
(-- sorry, the credits are a little
sketchy), who wedges the door shut on the phone booth,
trapping the caller inside, before tipping it
over the rail and into the bay, where it
slowly sinks out of sight ... At Martinez's
office, the phone line goes dead before
Mouse could even scream.
Next,
we change locales to a restaurant, where
the owner, Wo-Chen, welcomes Ramón Ortega (Franco
Guerrero) and his new wife, Ann (Judy
Kay), just back from their
honeymoon in the States. Here, we find out
Ann writes children's books and that
Ortega is also an Interpol agent, when he
receives a call from Martinez. And while
he heads for the phone, we
find out that Wo-Chen was an Interpol agent,
too, now retired, as he
talks
to Ann about the perils of being the
spouse of an officer of the law. But the blushing
bride swears she knew what she was getting
into, and is all smiles and sunshine. (Oh,
yeah ... She's toast.) Well,
turns
out big things are brewing and Ortega has
to report in immediately. He apologies for
cutting their evening short, but Wo-Chen
says not to worry and promises to make
sure Ann gets home safely.
Meanwhile,
Jason makes his way to the palatial estate
of Mr. Edwards, where he assures the Big
Boss Man that he got to Mouse before he
could squeak squeal to
the cops ... Back in town, Ortega and his
partner, Sanchez, report to Martinez, who
fills them in on his abrupt conversation
with Mouse before sending them down to the
docks, where the police are just fishing the
phone booth out of the drink. With no leads or clues
on the murder, Martinez splits his team,
and while Sanchez tries to find out what Mouse was on to, Ortega
is put in charge of the assault team that's
destined to greet the airplane carrying
the latest drug shipment the following morning.
With that, Ortega heads home and finds his
wife in bed with another woman! No. Wait.
Sorry ... That's just some hideous over-sized doll. Never mind
... Quietly slipping into the shower, as
to not wake her up, turns out our boy didn't try hard enough as she just as
quietly slips in beside him.
Wohoo!
Shower scene! This is gonna be gre -- what
the?! That's it? It's over already!? That
lasted for, like, all of three seconds! *sigh*
The
next morning, Ortega meets his strike team
at the secluded airport. Armed with M-16s,
as he reminds them that they need info --
not dead bodies, a small plane circles and
comes in for a landing. When the pick-up
men show up, the opposing factions all
spot each other and a firefight erupts.
Well, so
much for that info ... And while Ortega goes
after the plane, that's trying to take off
again, the rest of his team
is wiped out by the drug dealers. Our hero,
meanwhile, cuts the plane off and blasts
away at the cockpit until the pilot bails
out, carrying a briefcase. They continue
to exchange fire until Ortega's magic
bullets blow the plane up, taking the
pilot with it. And as the other dealers
vacate, Ortega fumes as the briefcase, and
the evidence, goes up in flames ... Later,
the
dead pilot is identified as one of
Edward's top accountants. Apparently,
Edwards is a businessman, who uses his
legitimate fronts to cover up his illegal drug
trafficking, and that vaporized briefcase had
contained some vital documents that could have
proven Edward's involvement. However, when Ortega
apologizes for accidentally destroying it,
Martinez offers that Edwards doesn't know
that, and then orders his men to
push this bluff on the local Kingpin,
shake his tree, and
see what happens.
At
that very same moment, with some profanity suggestions
from Milo, the Idiot, Edwards is ripping
his men a new asshole for losing the
latest drug shipment. When Ortega and Sanchez
finally show up and ask why his accountant
was sneaking into the country with cache of
illegal drugs, feigning shock at the news,
Edwards denies everything -- even when Ortega
claims they found a ledger in a
briefcase, and, as soon as they decipher
it, promises Edwards that he will be going to jail for a
long, long time. But, since they haven't
done that yet, with no other proof, Edwards kicks them
out. After they're gone, he rages at Jason and
Milo, the Idiot, and orders them to do two
things: one, retrieve the ledger at all costs,
and two, teach that Ortega a lesson by making
him an example of what happens to smug and
nosey Interpol agents who stick their noses
into his business ... So, later that night,
Ortega's lesson begins
when he
returns home, finds his wife bound and
gagged to a chair, and is quickly
overpowered by three assailants and
knocked out. Waking up tied to a chair,
too, our hero is confronted by the
nylon-stocking-masked crooks -- one of
whom we easily recognize as Jason. When he
demands the ledger, Ortega insists that he
doesn't have it. He's telling the truth,
but every time he denies having the
records Jason
smacks Ann around. This goes on until Ortega fesses up,
and even though he swears that the briefcase and all
of its contents were destroyed Jason still
doesn't believe him. And to
make him cough it up, our bad guy amps the
abuse up even further by drawing a katana
and uses it to cut Ann's top off. A desperate Ortega
pleads with him to stop, but, when the
cackling Jason still doesn't get the
answers he wants, he buries the sword into
Ann's chest, killing her. Obviously,
Ortega wigs out at this development but
still manages to notice that one of the attackers wears a
strange ring before Jason orders
the other two men to hold out his victim's
left arm.
(I'll pause to point out Ortega is
left-handed.)
When they do, Jason proceeds to lop it off
at the shoulder with one fell swoop. Thus,
with
his wife dead, and himself partially
dismembered, the crooks leave as Ortega
goes into shock and passes out...
I
tried, folks. I really tried. I honestly
had every intention of reviewing Alves
Batman En Robin, the Filipino version
of Batman & Robin, for this
update,
where the caped crusaders battle the
Joker, the Penguin and Cat-Woman in an
orgy of wild
action, mask-less villains and massive
air-guitaring musical numbers that erupt from out of
nowhere -- complete with bizarre lyrics in
Tagalog recorded over old Beach Boys
tunes. At
least I think they do ... I got
about fifteen minutes into it before I was
laughing so hard I started seeing funny
blotches of colors in front of my eyes and
couldn't catch my breath. Verily, finding out I
could only watch the movie in about ten
minute increments, with the imminent fear of
laughing to death a distinct possibility, it will take a while
before I can get a full review of that
posted.
Next,
I tried to watch and review For Your
Height Only, where the petite like a
potato action star Weng-Weng plays a
midget super-spy/ladies man. But again,
when they started chucking their star
around like a side of ham, or hung him on
some wires with a fire-extinguisher
strapped on his back to jet-propel him
into the bad guy's lair, fearing that
final, fatal, and laugh-induced stroke, I
sought out less hilarious fare.
So,
we'll fall back and backdoor into another
film from the Philippines -- and the only
other one I had, a Paragon Video
Production that was rescued from a dusty
bin of used VHS tapes for $1 some twenty
years ago and hasn't been viewed since.
Amazingly, the tape still worked, and so,
without further ado, I present The One
Armed Executioner; a fine tale of
three-appendaged vengeance with extreme
prejudice -- Filipino style!
Man,
but I really used to get into these types of
action movies from the '80s and early '90s.
In my high school days, me and my buddies
would watch anything and everything of
this particular ilk -- and the wilder the
better. If the video box had explosions,
fast cars, or someone holding a 50-caliber
machine gun, with belts of ammo wrapped
across his chest, surrounded by beautiful
women with large, silicone-enhanced
breasts, it got rented. A strange phase,
it was, where I bought into the warped
morality of it all hook, line, and blood
squib ... At
some point, though, I grew tired of it.
How many times can one watch the same
story of a [rogue cop, ex federal agent,
or Zen-master bouncer] who has been
[wronged, framed, or swindled] by a former
[partner, commander, or crime lord] and
didn't want to get involved until his
[wife, kids or best friend] is [killed,
kidnapped, or abused] or his partner of
ten years,
who is about to retire, is [killed,
maimed, or revealed to really be the bad
guy]? And then, and only then, is vengeance
duly dished out with extreme prejudice and
a really, really, really bad pun.
As
an experiment, take an action movie, any
action movie from the last thirty years,
and run it through the paragraph above.
Sad, right? And I got so burnt out on this
type of crap that I came to resent them --
and their stars. But sometimes, absence
can make the heart grow fonder, and as I
revisit some of these explodey oldies, I
find myself having a pretty good time. Did
The One Armed Executioner keep that
streak alive? Read on...
When
a disoriented Ortega
wakes up in a hospital, surrounded by his
friends and colleagues, he reaches for his
left arm, feels the bandages and bloody
stump, his memory kicks in, and he freaks out -- swearing revenge
on those responsible. Eventually, Martinez
manages to calm him down, and promises
they're doing all they can to bring Ann's killers to justice. But that night, a
mysterious figure enters Ortega's darkened
hospital room, and as the patient fitfully
sleeps, the intruder, who we notice is
wearing a very familiar ring, torments him
further by reminding him how his wife died
... The next morning, when Mr. Ring Man meets
Edwards at his super-secret drug lab, hidden deep in the jungle, he's put in
charge of cutting the latest shipment of
high grade junk. Back
at the hospital, Wo-Chen encourages the
vengeance-addled Ortega to look at things
philosophically. (C'mon
... you've still got one arm left!)
But Ortega is having some major guilt
issues, and, to make matters even worse,
Martinez threatens him again, saying
Interpol has no room for one-armed agents
with a hard-on for personal revenge. In
other words: the Edwards case is hands
off. (And
the use of a plural there was very cold
indeed.) After
they leave, Sanchez
worries about his partner's future,
knowing he'd never settle on a desk job or
take a pension; but Martinez assures
him they can work something out.
Time
passes, and Ortega is discharged from the
hospital. Rudderless, and wandering the
streets of Manila, he winds up in a bar to
drown his sorrows. And here, with the help of Maria,
a friendly prostitute, he works through a
bottle of
Jim Beam until the crummy bartender rolls
him for his money and tosses them both
out. Taking Ortega to a hotel room, while
putting him to bed, Maria finds more money
hidden in his shoe. At first, she takes
it, but then puts it back before leaving
him to sleep it off ... Upon awakening,
Ortega starts canvassing the local
jewelers and pawn shops, looking for the distinctive ring he saw on the
killer; but, more often then not, he just
winds up back in a bar and drinks himself
into a stupor. Lather. Rinse. Repeat ...
Wandering the streets by day, aimlessly
looking for clues, drawing attention from
everyone because he's still wearing the
same clothes and is getting a little ripe;
and at night, Ortega cries himself to
sleep, confessing to his dead wife that he
failed her yet again when nothing turns
up.
Since
Ortega has kind of fallen off the map,
Sanchez seeks out Wo-Chen for some help.
Turns out Wo-Chen has been looking for
their friend, too, with no luck, and fears
Ortega is trying to go after Edwards
before he's ready. When a confused Sanchez
says his old partner never will be ready with only one arm,
Wo-Chen has other ideas ... That same
night, while faltering around drunk,
Ortega is mugged and the rest of his money
is stolen. Stumbling back to his favorite
watering hole, looking for Maria, who isn't there,
he tries to buy a
drink on credit only to be given the bum's rush. Luckily, one of the
other patrons recognizes Ortega and calls
Wo-Chen.
Later,
as he stumbles along, several men hustle
Ortega into a waiting car, who then dump him off at Wo-Chen's
Martial Arts Academy, where Operation
Sober-Up quickly commences ... Wo-Chen's
intentions are to train Ortega in a style
of fighting that compensates for his
handicap. But when things get off to rough
start, the trainer questions the
trainee's resolve for revenge because he's
to busy wallowing in so much self-pity.
Eventually, with the power of montage,
Ortega's reluctance is
whittled away as his taskmaster pushes him
through several obstacle courses to
heighten his senses, all the while spouting off
some Yodian philosophy about using the force (--
or something). And once he's tuned-in, Ortega is shown how to defend and
attack with only one hand, and, once shown
something that kinda resembles the Vulcan
Death-Grip, the pupil comes to realize
that maybe a one-armed man can open up a
can of whup-ass.
But
even with all that progress, Ortega still
spends his nights thinking about Ann, and
how he feels responsible for her death in
spite of Wo-Chen's insistence it was
the bad guys, not Ortega, who killed her.
Staying on topic, when the elder asks if
his pupil recognized any of those
attackers, Ortega describes the ring he
saw: a chalice with a serpent wrapped
around it. Saying he'll look into it,
Wo-Chen sends his friend to bed for a good
night's sleep because, tomorrow, Phase Two
of the training begins, where he'll be run
through the wringer again, and taught how
to shoot and reload with only one hand ...
About a thousand rounds later, Ortega
starts hitting what he's aiming at. More
time passes, and we see
Ortega deftly moving through the forest
obstacle course, bounding and flipping
around.
(What the? Is he training for the Gymkata
or what?) At
the finish line, Wo-Chen throws four
apples into the air. In response, Ortega
draws his pistol, does a backward flip out
of a tree, and nails all four targets
before they can hit the ground. With that,
Wo-Chen says
he's finally ready to go after Edwards and
the men who killed his wife.
Seems
that while
Ortega was training, Wo-Chen's network
also tracked down the ring.
Of Hong Kong origin, the piece of jewelry
shows the symbol of a healer. Figuring it
must be a doctor, Ortega suddenly
remembers the tormenting voice in his
hospital room, and then makes the
astounding leap in logic and pegs his
doctor as one of the killers! Sneaking
into the hospital, he finds his target,
whose wearing the damning piece of
evidence. Soon in a deathly, one-armed
chokehold, Dr. Ring Man confesses that
Jason was the one who killed Ann, and
where to find him. Pleading for his life,
the doctor points out that after the
others left, he stayed behind and stopped
the bleeding, thus saving his life. But
when Ortega lets him go, the disingenuous
doctor attacks him, earning himself a
fatal chop to the windpipe.
On
the same trail, when Sanchez finds the
doctor's body and reports it to Martinez, they
piece together that the deceased must have
been involved in Ann's murder. They also deduce that
Ortega must have killed him and redouble
their efforts to find him. And if
they'd look in Jason's penthouse suite,
they'd find him sneaking into the back
entrance. Inside, Jason is getting a
rubdown from the third man that helped
kill Ann, we'll call him Third Guy, until
they're interrupted by Ortega. A brawl
ensues, and while Ortega
punches out Jason, Third Guy grabs a katana. No matter; Ortega quickly
dispatches him, and then disarms and
corners Jason (--
his sweaty chub rolls undulating in the
moon light),
who, despite his current predicament,
promises that Ortega is a dead man. In
reply, his attacker sticks the katana into
his stomach. But said stomach is big
enough that Ortega doesn't hit anything
vital, allowing Jason to play possum until
Ortega leaves.
With
only the Big Man left to deal with,
Ortega steals a boat and makes his way to
Edward's estate, where he stiff-arms his
way through most of the guards, but meets
fiercer resistance the closer he gets to
the house. As Edwards joins the firefight,
Ortega's gun soon falls silent. But
Edwards, ever the chicken, sends Milo, the
Idiot, to make sure Ortega's dead while he
escapes by boat. Milo, meanwhile, and
several other guards approach Ortega, only
to come down with an acute case of lead
poisoning. But before he dies, Milo, ever
the Idiot, gives up the location of Edwards'
super-secret drug lab to
the wrathful Ortega.
Finding
Jason waiting for him at his super-secret
drug lab, Edwards decides they better get
while the getting's good -- but it's
already too late. A chopper roars into
view, and seeing that it's Ortega and
Wo-Chen, Edwards orders his men to shoot
them down ... Circling the compound,
Ortega drops several grenades, taking out
the gun towers and the only bridge off the
island. Still intending to retreat, in an
odd scene, Edwards and Jason steal their
own drugs at gunpoint from the workers
processing it. *shrugs* With the bridge knocked out
their only escape is through the jungle, so,
with an armed escort, they retreat into
the bush. Meanwhile, pressing the
attack, Wo-Chen
drops Ortega off, who continues his assault on the
compound, systematically taking
out all the guards, and then spots the
retreating bad guys. Realizing they've been
spotted, Edwards tells the others to set
up an ambush while he and Jason press on. But,
Ortega uses the force and senses the trap,
and the ambushers are soon the ambushees.
And while Ortega mops them up, the last
two targets circle back to the docks; but
when they reach the getaway boat, Edwards
takes the drugs and knocks his henchmen
into the drink before hitting the
throttle.
Seeing this, Ortega heads back for the
chopper that quickly catches up with
Edwards' boat. And as we, as an audience,
tense up for Ortega to drop into the boat
for the climactic death duel with Edwards
while the boat races for some unseen
waterfall, our hero simply drops another
grenade into the boat that promptly
explodes.
Despite
the openly apparent fact that Edwards
bailed off before the boat exploded, Ortega
tells Wo-Chen to circle back and find
Jason, whom they spot crawling along the
beach, because he has one more score to
settle. When Jason claims to be unarmed
and tries to surrender, Ortega flips him a
gun and turns his back to him. Jason only
hesitates for a moment, but Ortega hears
the click of the gun being cocked, spins,
and caps the villian in the leg, causing
him to drop the weapon. Knowing he's screwed,
Jason screams at Ortega to just get it
over with. When asked how it feels, he
cackles not as good as killing Ann,
which gets him another bullet in the privates. And as Jason grabs at what's
left of his genitals
and rolls over, Ortega puts two more slugs
in his back for good measure.
Upon
returning to what's left of the compound,
our hero finds Wo-Chen
and Martinez waiting for him.
Seeing the carnage that Ortega is capable
of, and its end results, Martinez offers his old job back. But Ortega turns him
down, saying simply his work is done.
The
End
Though
The One Armed Executioner commits
some of the sins I complained about
earlier, it has done nothing to turn me
back off the genre. The brainchild of
writer, producer, and director Bobby A.
Suarez, Ramon Ortega and his fist of
vengeance joins a long list of ass-kickers
for Suarez's Filipino based BAS Films.
Starting
with 1977's Six Million Dollar Man
knock-off, Bionic Boy -- where nine
year old martial arts champ Johnson Yap,
now better, stronger, and faster after
nearly being squished by a bulldozer,
avenges his parents death, who were
squished by said bulldozer, by bionically
taking out the local Mafioso -- Suarez had
himself an impressive ten year run of
oddball Interpol-fueled actioneers. The
following year's They Call Her ...
Cleopatra Wong marked Suarez's
directorial debut. A mash-up of Hong Kong
action and secret agent espionage, Cleopatra
Wong's most iconic moment is when star
Doris Young, re-christened Marrie Lee,
dons a nun's habit and dishes out some
four-barreled shotgun fueled justice on
some dastardly counterfeiters. Both
Cleopatra Wong and the Bionic Boy returned
in an all-purpose sequel, Dynamite
Johnson, where, thanks to the magic of
cinema, turns out Wong is the Bionic Boy's
aunt/handler, and together, they battle a fascist
arch-villain and a very impressive
cardboard dragon. Cleopatra Wong was set
to return in another sequel, The
Destroyers, which was scuttled when
the financing fell apart. Undaunted,
Suarez slapped together the quick and dirt
cheap Pay or Die, where Wong and
her team, consisting of her prissy sensei,
a 300lbs. psychic, and a female
impersonator, break up a kidnapping plot.
Not long after that, Young officially
retired, so Suarez turned to her frequent
co-star, Franco
Guerrero, for a trio of actioneers, The
One Armed Executioner, American
Commando and culminated with Warriors
of the Apocalypse, a post-apocalyptic
tale of pygmies and lost tribes of
Amazons.
Guerrero
makes a fine action hero and can hold his
own against any odds, despite having one
armed tied behind his back. (Is
that what that ever present bulge was?)
Sporting a knock-off Bruce Lee haircut, he
wears all those polyester leisure suits
rather deftly. And poor Jody Kay. Not only
does she get skewered here, but she went
on to get her head lopped off in House
of Death. As for the film itself, the
action is
-- well, somewhat leisurely but still
comes off as furious,
and is much tighter and less padded than
Suarez's earlier films. The villains are
sufficiently vile and extremely
one-dimensional; every blood squib is
right between the eyes; two bullet hits
can cause an airplane to explode; and a
simple fragmentary grenade is packed with
enough explosives to bring down a small
cathedral -- and each explosion is so
devastating, it distorts time, causing
motion to visibly slow down so we can see
the two prerequisite bodies roll slowly
away in the blast's shockwave. But best of
all, there wasn't a single quip or bad pun
to be found in the whole damn movie; and
for that I'd like to say Thanks.
All
kidding aside, credit must be given to
Suarez from some original thinking and
ideas. I like the fact that it takes
Ortega a while to recover from both the
physical and emotional trauma he endures.
Suarez subtlety shows us how long Ortega
has been on his drunken bender by the
degeneration of his appearance. And it's
only by chance that Wo-Chen finds him, so
this movie could have easily turned into The
One Armed Reprobate. As the hero of
our piece, Ortega is an amazingly complex
character. He wants revenge but doesn't
know where, or how, to begin. And when Wo-Chen
first charges him "You want revenge? You
must earn the right to take it"
only an idiot would think that after
losing an arm Ortega could march into the
bad guys den and take them out. Again, he
has to work hard to overcompensate for his
handicap and it doesn't come easy as over
half the training footage is of Ortega
failing miserably. But as time subtlety passes,
Ortega masters the one-armed combat
technique -- and even after that he still relies heavily on
Wo-Chen to set his revenge into motion.
Yes,
it could have been paced a little better,
the soundtrack toned down just a notch,
and they really should have made sure that
the bad guy was really dead. Beyond that, The
One Armed Executioner is a fun,
competent, and raucous entry in the
good-guy-wronged-out-for-revenge canon.
Best of all, it encourages me to get my
butt back in the Action Aisle at the video
store, making it a good choice for anyone
else who was burnt out, too, and trying to
ease their way back in.
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