The Comic Critic Reviews The Deathless Devil

I never want to hear the words “Turkish Pulp Cinema” ever again. After watching Tarkan vs. The Vikings, I promised myself I’d return the DVD without spending even a moment on the second feature on the disk. But I was weak. Was I rewarded for my moment of weakness? No! Instead, I was bludgeoned with an endless stream of random fistfights strung together with random car chases, random rescues, or footage of cars, trains and planes. This film seemed to go on so long that every character’s costume kept aging, including the robot’s. And you know it was the robot that lured me into watching The Deathless Devil. What an apt name for a movie that just would not die.

The Comic Critic Review Tarkan and the Blood of the Vikings

I let the words “Turkish Pulp Cinema” lure me into watching Tarkan and the Blood of the Vikings, aka: Tarkan vs. The Vikings. Maybe I was hoping to capture some of my youth. I’d be stuck inside on a rainy Saturday afternoon, and because the T.V. didn’t have a remote, I’d end up watching (out of sheer laziness) some poorly-dubbed Italian film featuring some herculean he-man throwing his weight around. Now I’m an adult laid up with the flu and stuck with watching this DVD from Netflix. If I wanted to see something else on my queue, I’d have to pop it into the mail. The horror is that two weeks later I’m still recovering from the bug, and this was the first of a double-feature DVD. I’ve suffered enough. The disc is back in the mail—with the second feature unwatched.