Found DR2K in a bargain bin some time back and finally got around to watching it. Fucking Carradine. It’s impossible to watch his movies now without picturing him in a closet beating his meat and a rope around his neck. Once you get past that — and Carradine’s “acting” — there’s still Stallone’s, um, “acting”.

The movie seemed a lot better when I was 12. Of course, that’s how I wound up with the first season of Knight Rider on DVD (and you can STFU about that, A.J.).

Highlight: Picture went to shit right around the time Frankenstein was scoring the hospital staff. Found myself fondling the Blu-ray player for 30 seconds before remembering that optical media players don’t have “tracking” controls on them. New World Pictures, right? The movie was transferred to DVD from a damaged VHS tape with tracking problems, ferfucksakes, and faked me out.

I did get to ogle Simone Griffeth’s boobies, said scene being cut from the television version I saw as a kid, so I’d have to say that the toast landed buttered side up.

BPA: MVIS (additional velocity awarded for gratuitous violence)