Complaining about the quality of a film on a website devoted to bad movies is a self-defeating and therefore futile logic strain, so I'm a bit perturbed by some of the comments about this wonderfully bad movie. It is a movie that revels in being bad, makes fun of itself as a result (the guy complaining about his "splitting headache" after getting a saw blade through his forehead is a perfect example of this), and focuses on being fun instead.
The real debate ought to be: Are bad movies better when their creators and actors know
that they are involved in making a bad movie, or are bad movies better when their creators and actors are seemingly unaware that they are partaking in crap?Fist of the North Star
is one of those movies that I love to refer to as "classic '80s cheese". All worthwhile '80s movies possess this quality that was unique to that decade. The joy is in pointing out the funny and very obvious flaws in these films. Like in this one, for example, when Ken fights the Fat One who is blocking the entrance to Lord Jagi's fortress, causing the oversized fellow to burst in a shower of blood and guts, then proceeds to walk through the doorway -- the scene changes to a frontal shot of Ken walking through the doorway and into the fortress, but where is the Fat One's mangled body parts in the doorway? Not a drop of blood remains. Classic!
This film is better enjoyed over a fifth of vodka or a few 40-ouncers of Olde English, depending on the delectable tastes of your palate!