Our
film opens with some Glenn Miller-fueled
boogie-woogie that gets us pumped-up and "In
the Mood"
for the events to follow, as the credits
pan over the latest issue of Fantastic
Action
-- an old sci-fi pulp comic, and they
conclude by telling us we’re somewhere
in Italy, circa 1944. Now, those
of you who paid attention in your remedial
history class will remember that damn near
the whole planet was involved in a minor
skirmish at that time, better known as
World War II, which is why we zero in on a
platoon of American GI’s bivouacked near an
abandoned villa, and then eventually
center in on a Private Verona (Vincent
Van Patten), who is currently
thumbing through the very same issue of Fantastic
Action
while haggling a trade with Corporal
"Mittens" Mittinsky (Art
La Fleur)
for some smokes.
As
these two argue, famed war correspondent Charlie
Dolan (Biff
Maynard) snaps a picture of them.
His reputation preceding him, Dolan is
eagerly welcomed by the troops and has to
show off the cigarette lighter that
General Patton gave
him (--
you know, George C. Scott; and I wonder if
Dolan knows Ernie Pyle?).
Apparently, Dolan has joined this
particular platoon to do a story about one
of their squad leaders -- a Sgt. Stone.
Having gained a reputation for
cheating death -- on more than one
occasion, Stone has earned himself a nickname, The Iron Sarge. But not
one for publicity, and having enough
problems with his green Lieutenant, Stone (Tim
Thomerson) deals with the reporter
by basically ignoring him. Besides, he's
more concerned as to why they can’t
raise anyone on the radio. In fact, all
the radio can pick up are some strange,
unearthly noises. (Plot point! Plot
point! Plot Point!) And to top off
that mystery, no one’s compass is
working either.
Hmmmmnnn,
he typed ominously ... Magnetic interference?
Radio disruption? I’m not quite
positive as to what’s going on,
but I’ve got a pretty good idea.
Unfortunately,
there's no time to crack these conundrums
as the Wermacht launches an attack. And
while most of the platoon is overrun and
massacred, Stone, Dolan, Verona and
Mittens manage to find some cover and
return fire. Then, moving swiftly, Stone
manages to outflank the enemy, turns the
tables, and wipes them out with his trusty
Thompson sub-machine gun. Alas, turns out
one of those Germans wasn’t quite dead,
and appears to shoot the Iron Sarge square
in the back. Fearing he’s lost his
story, Dolan watches, dumbfounded, as
Stone gets back up, apparently unharmed,
and finishes the last Kraut off.
Verona,
thinking Stone was a goner for sure that
time, quickly gets an an ass-chewing over
that "Iron Sarge" crap. Told
it's nothing but a load of bullshit dreamt
up by the likes of Dolan, the Private is
reminded that it’s not luck, or magic,
or no guardian angel, just good old GI
steel and a steady head in combat that has
kept Stone alive since North Africa. With
that, the survivors retreat deeper into
the woods, where Stone rechecks his
compass. It still doesn’t work, and when
Verona wonders aloud if it isn't some kind
of new Nazi weapon, perhaps a magnetic
ray, Stone tells him to stop reading those
comics and there has to be a rational
explanation for it.
But,
as the soldiers move on, something --
stress on the thing, watches them
from a distance. And as we switch to a
red-tinted POV shot, witness a furry,
three-fingered claw stroking a tree, and
hear some strange gibberish, I think we
can chuck both the idea of rational
explanations and the Nazis for those radio
and compass problems right out the
freakin' window. For, when the retreating
GI's come under a heavy mortar attack,
they are saved by whatever's attached to
that claw, which fires some kind of disintegrator
doodad that vaporizes the shells before
they can hit, leaving us to conclude that,
perhaps, the Iron Sarge has some kind of
guardian angel after all...
I
first got the notion to review this film
over at the B-Movie
Message Board, where a topic came up
asking for a list of your favorite Full
Moon Videos. And even though Zone
Troopers
has all the earmarks of a Full Moon Video,
and the credits are polluted with several
Full Moon regulars, this one came out
earlier, when prolific schlock producer
Charles Band was the head honcho of
Empire Pictures. And it was when the
Italian financed Empire went belly-up in
the early 90's, after a couple of
big-budgeted sci-fi epics -- Robot Jox
and Arena -- underperformed at the
box-office, that forced Band to start over
and form Full Moon Video, where he still
provides plenty of Bulgarian shot B-Movie fodder today.
But none of it can match the work he did
for Empire. I mean, there's no comparison
between the likes of Creepazoids
and The
Eliminators
to Subspecies
and Demonic
Toys, am
I right?
Born
into a showbiz family, Charles' father,
Albert, was also a Hollywood
jack-of-all-trades back in the 1950's,
whose earliest credits include writing the
screenplay for John Huston's adaptation of
The Red Badge of Courage, and then
took the plunge into producing and
directing with the morbidly interesting I
Bury the Living -- interesting, that
is, until it turns into a big steaming
pile of poop for the denouement. For most
of the 1960's, Albert pulled up stakes and
moved to Italy, where he helmed several
spaghetti westerns [Massacro al Grande
Canyon] and a couple sword and sandal
epics [La Leggenda di Enea] before
moving back to the States in the '70s,
where he helped shepherd his son into the
business by co-producing the likes of Zoltan:
Dracula's Dog, Mansion of the
Doomed and a soft-core version of Cinderella
for the fledgling Charles Band
Productions. On his own, Charles was also
behind the offbeat slasher Tourist Trap,
the wonky E.T.-fueled revenge flick Laserblast, and
the completely inexplicable Crash!.
Then, after teaming up again for Metalstorm:
The Destruction of Jared-Syn, which
mashed-up every popular sci-fi and fantasy
genre at the time -- a post-apocalyptic
setting, sword and sorcery, and dime-store
sci-fi conventions -- into a whole can of
3-D awesomeness, the elder Band used his
contacts back in Italy to set up the
financing for what was to become Empire
Pictures, which provided fodder for USA's Up
All Night and TNT's Monstervision
for a glorious five year run.
Zone
Troopers was part of the first wave of
Empire productions, which included their
most successful theatrical releases, Re-Animator
and Ghoulies. Slapped together by
the writing
and directing tandem of Danny Bilson and
Paul De Meo, these two were also
responsible for the first Trancers
film, The
Flash TV
series, and the criminally underrated
big-screen adaptation of Dave Stevens' The
Rocketeer.
Here,
Bilson and De Meo deserve big kudos for a
clever script that is genuinely funny and,
dare I say, charming, with plenty of
action and frugal intrigue to keep even
the most jaded viewer entertained.
Even
this far in it's rather easy to see that
the budget wasn't all that huge for Zone
Troopers; but it appears that every red
cent there was to spend was spent, and
spent well, and shows up effectively on
the screen. And it's films like this and
the original Critters that show if
you have an intelligent script, good
characters, tight direction, solid set
designs, passable F/X, and a little
ingenuity, you can overcompensate for a
terminal lack of budget and produce
something highly entertaining. For, if a
film is entertaining enough, folks don’t
spend a lot of time noticing the glue and
duct tape holding things together.
Anyways,
as we catch back up with our rag-tag
quartet they find refuge in an abandoned
barn. Taking the first watch, Verona hears
the alien gibberish nearby and, thinking
it's just Mittens playing tricks on him,
traces the sound to a large, broken egg --
or
maybe a cocoon, and then spots what
hatched out of it! (Our brief
glimpse of the creature in the dark shows
us a cross between Chewbacca and a Tsetse
Fly.) Shaken
by the sight, Verona rushes back inside
and immediately burns all of his comics.
The
next morning, fearing that he's cracking
up, when Verona confesses to Dolan what he
saw the reporter convinces the
impressionable youth that it was probably
just a moose. (Yeah,
a moose ... Uhm, that was a dang funny
looking moose.) Meanwhile,
Mittens returns from his watch and says he
spotted a deer grazing nearby. And after
Dolan swears that he can drop the animal
with one shot -- as anymore would allow
the Nazis to pinpoint their location --
it's decided that they'll have some real
meat for breakfast. The two leave without
waking Stone, but instead of bagging some
venison the hunting party stumbles upon a
German encampment. Recognizing it as an
elite SS outfit, Dolan figures something
big must be up if they’re this close to
the front lines. He also wants to take a
closer look, but since Mittens won’t let
him the reporter uses the old "gotta
take a leak" gag and sneaks his way
into the camp, which, aside from a couple
radio-men, is completely deserted. Making
his way into the command tent, once
inside, Dolan makes a startling discovery:
all kinds of strange pictures showing a
huge, unearthly air-ship that's severely
damaged and on its way down. Figuring it’s
some kind of new Nazi secret weapon, and
the SS is out field-testing it, Dolan
lingers too long and is caught. But,
Mittens saves him, albeit temporarily,
when the rest of the Germans pick that
time to come back and spoil their escape.
Caught and stripped of their weapons,
these new P.O.W.'s are summarily tossed
into the dog kennels to cool their heels.
Meanwhile,
Stone finally wakes up, finds Verona
alone, playing with his baseball cards,
and becomes enraged on learning that Dolan
and Mittens were stupid enough to go on a
safari behind enemy lines. Ordering Verona
to mount up, as they start to search for
their missing comrades, the duo comes upon
several large chunks of debris
strewn throughout the forest that is
inexplicably cold to the touch. Then,
following the trail of wreckage, Stone and
Verona find signs that something big
crashed through the treetops. Sending the
motor-mouthed Verona and his wild theories
to scout ahead so he can think in peace,
Stone watches as the boy from Jersey (--
at least he ain’t from Brooklyn --) crests
the next hill, stops dead in his tracks,
and then calls for the Sarge to come up
and take a look because he’ll definitely
want to see what's on the other side: a
crashed spaceship, augured deep into the
ground -- the same ship in
Dolan’s pictures.
As
they cautiously approach the wreck Stone
thinks it must be some kind of Nazi
super-zeppelin, but Verona has a hunch
that it isn’t local at all -- and the
only way to find out for sure is to get inside.
They find a hatch, manage to pry it open,
and, despite all protests, Verona jumps
in. Stone quickly goes in after him, and
after several harrowing turns, the two
become more convinced that the ship is
extraterrestrial in origin. This is
confirmed when they find the cockpit and
the corpse of one of the pilots (--
and one notes that it looks just like the
moose Verona saw the night before).
Perhaps not in the wisest of moves, Verona
starts pushing buttons, and though he
manages to get the lights on he also
accidentally trips the doors, sealing them
inside the cockpit! Stone takes over, and
as he fiddles with the controls to
hopefully open the hatch, Verona manages
to sneak some doohickey off the alien
corpse. (Man,
that’s just rude.) Finding
something that looks like a periscope
Stone spots a caravan of SS troops closing
in on the crash site. And as the Germans
secure the area and move toward the hatch,
trapped inside like a couple of sitting
ducks, Stone locks and loads, preparing
for a firefight. But Verona starts
thinking like a Martian and finds an
escape hatch, allowing the two GI’s to
slide outside to safety. Just in time,
too, as they overhear that Dolan and
Mittens have been captured. Meantime, not
wanting the alien ship -- or whatever it
is, to fall into German hands, Stone drops
a grenade down one of the engine's exhaust
ports. The ship explodes, taking all the
Germans with it.
Night
falls, and back at the German camp, the SS
troops that weren't blown up have managed
to catch and cage Verona's alien moose. In
the command tent, Mittens, despite getting
his face pounded in by a large Nazi thug,
refuses to talk. Dolan, meanwhile, won’t
talk either. Aware of who he is, the
German commander takes Dolan to see the
space critter. Though the reporter denies
any knowledge of the alien's origins, the
Germans don’t believe him. (Here,
we finally get a good look at the critter,
and frankly, it’s kinda cute.) Outside,
a heavily escorted caravan arrives, and a
very short -- and very familiar,
mustachioed Nazi gets out of the main car
and orders them to -- (my German is
a little rusty, but the gist of it is)
-- take the monster back to Berlin,
immediately. He also inspects the
prisoner's dog tags, and, as he makes fun
of the captive's Polish heritage, Mittens
picks this time to wake up and clocks the
little German right in the face.
Leading
to the films funniest line -- although I
have a feeling Mittens would have been
shot on the spot for popping der Führer
right in der Führer's face.
After
the little Nazi and his entourage depart,
the remaining SS start to break camp.
Dolan and Mittens are tossed back into the
kennels and watch as the alien is loaded
into a truck. When a guard approaches them
we realize it's Verona in disguise. But
then the big Kraut who beat up Mittens
checks on the prisoners and grills Verona,
in German, about his shabby appearance. (Verona’s
answer to everything is "Ja" --
the only German he knows, which leads to
high comedy. Man, Tarantino so ripped this
off!)
Of course, with this conversation going
nowhere fast Verona makes his move and
knocks the thug out. Releasing the others he
tells them to head for the truck the
alien's on, which Stone has already
commandeered. And while Dolan and Verona
climb in back and toss out the German
scientists, Mittens climbs in front and
starts blasting with a machine gun as
Stone circles the camp until its reduced
to rubble. But, before they can get clear,
a German bazooka man draws a bead on them.
Seeing this, the alien grabs the doohickey
Verona stole from the corpse and turns it
on, creating a force field, and the
projectile bounces off harmlessly.
Eventually,
the GI's abandon the truck and head into
the woods, where they find a cave and hole
up for the night. Asking Dolan to take a
walk with him, Stone is curious about the
reporter's timely arrival coinciding with
the discovery of the spaceship, and thinks
SHAEF, Ike and Roosevelt has to know
what's happening here. But Dolan swears
by- and sticks to the Iron Sarge story.
Back inside the cave Verona and Mittens
discover that Bug --
the alien's new pet name --
likes to eat cigarettes, so they trade
their last smokes for a device that
projects mental images. And after Verona
projects a stunning brunette and starts to
make out with her, not wanting to be left
out, Mittens takes the doohickey, tries
to think up a blonde, but overloads it,
causing the other illusion to disappear.
When Dolan and Stone come back they see
that Bug has Verona’s gun. Told by the
Sarge that they should restrain the
creature somehow, Verona won’t let him,
saying Bug is just scared; it’s far from
home, and in a
strange place, where everyone’s trying
to kill him. Sound familiar, he asks the
others. They all read it, loud and clear.
That said, the group settles down for the
night.
The
next morning, they find Bug's hibernation
cocoon empty and the alien gone. Figuring
it couldn’t have gotten far, they gear
up and go looking for it. And they don’t
go very far before spotting another alien
ship that landed safely -- I assume the
other was shot down by the Germans, but
it appears to be empty. From
out of the woods, Bug and four other,
taller aliens, masked in large metal
helmets, emerge and approach the squad. As
Stone cautiously asks what army they're
with Bug tells the other aliens to lower
their weapons, and the soldiers do the
same. Then, the other aliens remove their
helmets and, aside from the powder blue
skin and white hair, appear almost human. (I
knew the Blue Man Group wasn’t from
around here.)
When one of them sticks a gizmo in his ear
Verona figures it must be a translator.
But when he asks where they’re from the
alien rescue party just ignores them all and start to
board the retrieval ship. Undaunted,
Mittens asks if they have any female
Martians with them. Told, in
surprisingly good English, that
Bug -- a Thrackian -- is a female, Mittens
and Verona stare at her dumbfounded.
Stone, meanwhile, asks if the aliens can
fly them back to friendly lines only to be
given the old Prime Directive excuse. (We
can’t interfere, blah, blah blah ...
Hell, it never stopped Captain Kirk.) Almost
on cue, as the aliens strap themselves in,
a Panzer rumbles into view. When Stone
orders everyone to to take cover, all the aliens bail off except for Bug, who
is too frightened to move. Leaping to her
rescue just as the tank fires, Bug
survives the shell's impact but Verona
does not.
After
the
blue-aliens disintegrate the tank they
turn their attention back on the ship. And
while they work to repair it, Stone and
Mittens bury Verona. Keeping watch nearby,
Dolan spies an entire platoon of SS troops
headed their way. Once more Stone asks the
aliens for some assistance, but they
refuse to help the humans kill each other
despite Mittens' best efforts to show that
there's a big difference between the
Allies and the Axis. Despite their refusal
to help, Stone still doesn't want the aliens or
their technology to fall into German hands
and promises to hold them off for as long
as they can -- hopefully long enough for
the visitors to get airborne. After the
Earthlings leave to face the rapidly
approaching enemy, Bug starts to plead
with the other aliens.
Low
on ammo, Stone and the others set up their
ambush and wait until the enemy gets
real close before opening up; and though
they make a good accounting of themselves,
the trio is quickly down to their last
grenade. Fortunately, Stone has one more
trick up his sleeve ... He offers to
surrenders if the German commander will
palaver with him. When he agrees, Stone
leaves his weapon and ammo belt behind and
puts his hands behind his head -- where he
cradles the last grenade. Promised safe
passage back to their lines if they take
them to the alien, Stone says the Germans
have a deal and wants to shake on it. But
instead of shaking, he stuffs the live grenade
down the Nazi's coat, causing the Kraut
commander to blow up, and blow up real
good. Unfortunately, the Sarge is caught
in the explosion and falls dead. And when
the enraged enemy closes in on Dolan and
Mittens, it appears to be the end for all
of them -- but suddenly, the attacking
Germans start disintegrating in flashes of
blue light.
From
out of nowhere, Bug rushes to their side
and hands out a bunch of atomic death-ray
guns. Quickly figuring out how to fire
them, the Earthlings start blasting away.
The tide turned, the Nazis quickly
discover that they are the ones who
are surrounded as the other aliens close
the pocket and annihilate them ... After
the smoke clears and things settle down,
the aliens mount their ship and prepare to
leave. Before they launch, when Mittens
nudges Dolan and points to the tail fin,
the reporter laughs at the "Killroy
Was Here" doodle. After the ship
launches and the aliens safely get away,
Mittens implores Dolan to write about what
happened. But Dolan says he can’t
because there's no evidence -- and no one
will ever believe them; and fearing a
Section-8 for his new friend, he also
warns Mittens not to tell anyone about
punching-out Hitler. Regardless, Mittens
still thinks the story should be told, to
honor his fallen comrades, and when he
suggests that Dolan should sell the story
to one of Verona’s sci-fi comics Dolan
thinks that sounds like a swell idea.
Sometime
later, as the two survivors head down a
lonely road -- hopefully
toward their own lines, when a
shadowy figure appears in front of
them Mittens quickly recognizes the
familiar silhouette. It’s the Sarge!
Alive and kicking, and dying for a
cigarette. (Man, those things will
kill you.) Then,
the big band swing kicks up again as we
fade to the latest issue of Fantastic
Action,
whose cover shows a familiar ship, alien,
and soldiers, and a feature story by
Charlie Dolan titled Zone
Troopers.
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Man,
do I love this movie. Ranking about an
eleven out of ten on the old fun-o-meter, Zone
Troopers is affectionately known as Saving
Private Chewbacca
in my household. Now, a film that combines
two of my favorite genres -- the gonzoidal
alien invasion flicks and the gung-ho war
movie -- had a long walk off a short pier
to win me over, but the film does this
deftly, and surprisingly well, and I
didn't even have to get wet. I know that
doesn't make any sense -- and I don't
care! That's how gob-smackingly much I
love this here movie.
I
also really, really dug the retro-styled
production design Philip Foreman and
Giovanni Natalucci used for the aliens and
their tech to match the vintage sci-fi
pulp comics of that era. (Foreman
would go on to kick more ass in the same
design vein with Killer Klowns from
Outer Space two years later.)
The ships are big, multi-colored
monstrosities that are aesthetically
pleasing but scientifically impossible.
The death-ray guns are shiny and just as
clunky, and the aliens wear those huge
honking helmets. The other F/X hold up
pretty well, too -- even the critter
costume is first rate. And there are no
real big gaffs in the military department,
either. The Germans fire German guns, and
the GI’s fire GI guns. The uniforms are
authentic, and the combat sequences, while
not spectacular, aren’t embarrassing
either.
I'll
also use a quick aside to point out that
there are a couple of great sight gags
in this film, too, but the best has to be
when Stone and Verona find the initial
crash site. It appears to be a forced
perspective shot with a scale model, but
as Verona and Stone run toward it --
and keep going and going and going --
you realize they built the mock-up to
full scale!
The
film also stars two of my favorite
character actors of all time: Tim
Thomerson and Art La Fleur. If either of
those guys are in a film, I'll watch it. Back
in the day, Thomerson was kind of a poor
man's Bruce Campbell, and he always had
that look of bewildered befuddlement
that endeared me to him. La Fleur,
meanwhile, is one of those guys that's in
everything, and you recognize his familiar
mug but you can never remember his name; a
kind of actor I like to affectionately
call "That Guy."
Hollywood
can definitely learn a lesson here. It
takes a lot more than sensory overloading,
computer-generated F/X shots that drown
out the fact that you're overcompensating
for a lousy script to make a good sci-fi
movie. These old gonzoidal movies had a
sense of fun and adventure, and they had
heart; something sorely lacking in most
sci-fi and fantasy films today. And
somebody needs to give this damn thing,
and a lot of other early Empire flicks, a
DVD release, like, yesterday.
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