Daily archives: November 9, 2012

Who should be my Police Commissioner?

There is no-one called Gordon (first or last name) standing in Manchester’s Police Commissioner election. And, more seriously, we have received no information about the vote beyond polling cards.

Choose my PCC will tell you who’s standing in your area. The Greater Manchester page lists five candidates, one from each of the three main parties, a Lib Dem and an independent. Their official statements are predictably banal but luckily Matt Gallagher for the Lib Dems, Tony Lloyd for Labour and Michael Winstanley for the Conservatives each have their own PCC pages, which I shall be perusing. Steven Woolfe, the UKIP candidate, directs you to the UKIP northwest site. The independent candidate doesn’t have a site, but you can email him any questions at roywarrensnr@aol.com.

Voting for Police Commissioners is on the 15th.

B Movie Night: Surf Nazis Must Die

Troma are probably the most famous of the studios producing the 80’s version of B movies- trashy, sometimes inventive and often gory low budget exploitation flicks. The Toxic Avenger is their best known movie, but Surf Nazis Must Die is a close second.

It’s “the future”, and California is a state in chaos after a huge earthquake (but not such chaos that little old ladies and other folk don’t wander blithely around to have their bags snatched). The beaches belong to the gangs, and biggest and baddest of the gangs are the Surf Nazis. As their leader, “Aydolf”, gets pretentions of greatness (as great as surfers with swastikas on their wetsuits can get, anyway), the other gangs try to fight back. However, it’s not until they piss off the wrong little old lady that the Nazis meet their match.

The film flips between looking just as cheap as you’d expect and weird, arty cutting. Of course, the cuts tend to get pretentious around the point that a more expensive action scene would be required. Most of the budget went into a couple of practical effects and the surprisingly good surfing footage. It certainly wasn’t spent on the actors or any extras- the gangs which are supposedly so terrifying have three members each, apart from the Nazis, who are so powerful because they have a roster of eight. They did manage to find a few suitably decrepit buildings for the post apocalypse, though, so sometimes you can suspend disbelief for a little while.

Despite all of the above, I enjoyed Surf Nazis. There’s an ambition there, hamstrung by a budget which wouldn’t cover the coffee on a bigger production.

Plus, I’d really like a van with shark’s teeth (but not the swastikas) painted on it.