And just when you thought that the future's been taken care of, they come up with something that jars you out of that complacent reverie. And you realize, suddenly, that they've made the present much worse than what you, or they, could ever have imagined the future to be like.
There's a story somewhere in this flick, that much we could gather. But if anyone can discern what that is from the sequence of events that seem to have poured out of the stomach of a food-processor working overtime using high voltage, he's Mensa material.
In the future, the world has been all but destroyed and the last vestiges of civilization work in the barren mines of the overlord Stryker. And then someone throws the switch of the food-processor on. You are carried with a hurricane of bizarre eventualities that lead you, unwantingly, into a long-dormant volcano, through which every year a harvest of young women is taken to Stryker's mines at Hell Mountain.
Wonder why they decided to call it that, when all that they have to do, it seems, is walk around in skimpy bikinis. As absurd as calling FTV, Hell-TV. But then, your mind is in such a spin by then that you are past all absurdities.
Oh, there's a Kal there, trying to save Shira (his girl) and destroy Stryker's evil rule, but you hardly realize (and care much less) about this part of the flick, which seems to be happening in slo-mo somewhere in the background of the thick of other events happening all around you.
Can't tell you if he succeeded, though. Not won't, can't! That's because close to the end, there's a big explosion (birthday boy, Volcano) and my brain, sick of punishment, completely lost track of what follows.
Stronger or less sensitive viewers are invited to help us complete this review.
But on second thoughts, don't bother. We, and you too, are better off without