It's got exploding skateboarders, a radioactive snake, an unexpected treatise on gender, and that razor-frisbee sequence immortalized at countless Belcourt preshows.

It has its own theme song, which is mildly impressive, but the action and adventure are bland, which is unfortunate considering the reasonable budget and production values.

This 1987 bonanza of schlock features no less than four erstwhile Playmates of the Month, acting just as well as you'd expect.

Often silly and so utterly awful from acting to sound mixing, but it embraces its trappings by injecting as much softcore sex and nudity as humanly possible.