In the year 3000, nobody’s gonna be reading books or contemplating the human condition or living quietly at all. Nope, instead everybody’s gonna be constantly fighting for their lives like gladiators in Ancient Rome, except on motorcycles and with rayguns. That’s the vision of this drive-in semi-classic, at least. Makes sense to me. Sometimes, I feel like I’m almost there already.
This is basically an S&M fantasy for its first half-hour or so, what with its bondage and whippings and Claudia Jennings naked as a jaybird as she’s electric-shocked with killer Christmas decorations.
After that, this thing goes full-on action movie with exploding motorcycles, glaring bad guys, rolling heads and David Carradine saving the day to the tune of a synthesizer score that throbs with the ferocity of old soap opera organs.
What else is there to do in the desert wastelands of the future?