Deadly Angels Strike Back (1981)

1981 - Cewek Jagoan Beraksi Kembali (P.T. Parkit Films)

[Sequel to Five Deadly Angels, international title “Deadly Angels Strike Back”; released in West Germany as “Tödliche Engel Schlagen Zurück”, and on German VHS under the original film’s title “Tödliche Engel”]

Director Danu Umbara Writers Deddy Armand, Danu Umbara Producer Dhamoo Punjabi Cinematography H. Asmawi Music Gatot Sudarto

Cast Debbie Cinthya Dewi (Rina), Dana Christina (Pinky), Eva Arnaz (Windy), Barry Prima (Herman), George Rudy, Bram Adrianto, Malino Djunaedy, Nanang Durachman, Eddy Hansudi, Yusuf Har, Edy S. Jonathan

The Fighters (1982)

1982 - Perempuan Bergairah (P.T. Parkit Films)

[International title “The Fighters”, also released on German VHS as “Mad Fighters”; re-released in the US by Troma Films as “Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters”]

Director Jopi Burnama Writer Deddy Armand Producer Dhamoo Punjabi

TROMA VERSION Director Charles Kaufman Writers Charles Kaufman, Joey Gaynor Creative Consultant Straw Weisman

Cast Eva Arnaz (Bambi – Troma version only), Barry Prima (Barney – Troma version only), Ruth Pelipessi, Yustine Rais, Leyla Sagita, Wieke Widowati

Bill Gibron’s review from the DVD Verdict website:

Okay, here's the story with Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters. The movie begins with some Asian women wrestling. There's a kid filled with sickness coughing up a lung while watching the match on TV. And then…well, then some more Asian people talk about diseases and one of the actresses discusses making money as a grappler. Then…the mob, or Yakuza, or some Eastern version of the mafia…the syndicate, that's right, the syndicate shows up and they control all the wrestling in Malaysia, or wherever we are and…it's Indonesia, that's right. Well, the crooks threaten people. So an Amer-Asian man helps the main female fighter to…um…fight. And then there is some more fighting. There is a subplot involving gambling or some manner of match fixing, and then we learn that the little boy from the beginning of the film needs a major medical procedure or his brain will explode, or something. All the while the syndicate is trying to control the sport and business with hired goons and…oh yeah! Right! There's also an undercurrent of unspoken lesbianism in the female mat world (imagine that) since a weird woman leader of a rival gang of wrestlers keeps giving our leading lady big moon eyes. A character or two gets tortured and there is a sex scene and…what was the name of this movie again? I think I've forgotten.

Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters is one of those movies that is so blatantly incomprehensible that you could watch it a hundred times with pad, pencil, and several copies of Asian Actors Illustrated and you'd still find yourself swamped in dead-end plotlines, strangely circular dialogue, and the random insertion of scenes into the story for no other reason than their sexual or action/violence content. You think David Lynch's Lost Highway is confusing? Still scratching your head over that metaphysical gross-out art piece known as Begotten? Those stylized puzzlers have nothing on this Indonesian conundrum. Obviously, the movie portends to follow the familiar formula of a skilled athlete rescuing her ill brother from certain death by playing within a corrupt but financially viable system. But occasionally, the movie throws this foundation out of focus by highlighting weird suggestions of potential girl-on-girl grinding, introducing incomplete ancillary character backstories, and editing action scenes with a bushido blade. On the Hong Kong scale of successful chop sockey cinema, this rates right below The Adventures of Milo and Otis for fun kung fu fighting, and your average Russian cattle porn has more linear narrative threads. The girlie wrestling is as suggestive and sexual as having a boil lanced, and just when you think you've got everything correctly figured out, another cracked curveball comes meandering over the frame to flummox you all over again. Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters, besides having nothing to do with liberty or rage, can't figure out if it wants to be a wrestling pic with kickboxing or a kickboxing flick with women in unitards. Either way, it's boring, bland and baffling.

So what does Troma do when they pick up this paltry poverty row reject? Do they simply offer it up as a sample of foreign filmmaking at its most flabby and say, "Sorry folks, but it is kinda stupid, huh?" No, what the do instead is make it a billion times more incredibly asinine by letting founder Lloyd Kaufman's brother Charlie take a What's Up, Tiger Lily? crack at comedying up the crap. Indeed, with the new "funny" overdubbed soundtrack he makes it worse! That's right, when it was simply a sloppy wrestling women movie with unfathomable narrative flubs, it was a forgivable cinematic fart. But when Charles Kaufman tinkers with the tale, he really lets one fly, and the stench spreads like a degenerative case of olfactory awfulness throughout your system. Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters, the dumber dubbed version, is a crude, lewd story of implied incest, infant penile dysfunction, and incredibly raunchy retorts. Kaufman's royal blue humor startles and soils you in a way that, at first, is mildly amusing, but over the course of 90 minutes grows crass and tasteless. For example, the made-up malady for the sick little boy in the film is some strange anatomical idea that his vas deferens runs from his testicles into his head. So he is not supposed to be aroused, lest his skull explodes with sperm. Hardy har har. I mean, the kid is like eight! If you don't think Chuck can draw out multiple gags out of that little bit of biology, you are dead wrong. In addition, crude crap and dick remarks are slathered on in overkill fashion, and just when you think the revelry can't get any more retarded, the male Ameri-Asian lead is turned into an Elvis impersonator, and a very bad one at that. Unfunny voices, near incomprehensible dialogue exchanges, and a plethora of bodily noises create a cinematic experience even more painful than trying to decode the original's intentions. You'll need a shower with real lava to cleanse your carcass of this crusty caca. Re-dubbing a movie has never really worked: Allen's Lily is limited, Kung Pow: Enter The Fist, is just cow dung, and without Godzilla or Mothra around to geek things up, there is no real reason to see or hear Asians speaking sans their natural language. It has been known to be funny in small snippets, but "the hilarious 'Tromatized' post-synchronization" on this film is a consistently flat failure.

As for the DVD offering from the mighty mad minds at Troma, Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters is fairly low grade. The image is mediocre, faded and full screen. The soundtracks swings between muddled and ear piercing. The introduction by Lloyd himself is entertaining, as usual, and the promotional material from Troma is always good for a laugh. Too bad the movie it's supporting is so stupid, in either format.

Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters is the kind of movie you'll watch hoping it delivers on its promising setup and title titillation. But the minute you've suffered through the un-dubbed dyspepsia of the original version or the complete vulgarity of the "reimagined" dialogue, you'll want to wash your brain out with Drain-o. No amount of broad butt kicking and/or gal-on-gal mat mambo can make up for the ridiculous, repulsive movie plot here, whatever it is.

Monkeyface’s review from the Internal Bleeding website:

What do you get when you cross an Indonesian women’s wrestling movie, Troma Entertainment, and an action star who talks like Elvis? You get one of the funniest redubs in film history… Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters! FFFF is the story of Bambi, an exceptional Greco-roman wrestler on her way to the top. Unfortunately her brother has come down with a fatal case of dickosis, a made-up ailment where a buildup of semen goes straight to your brain. The only remedy is surgery, or oral release by a hooker. It’s a shame, but I guess there aren’t any 10 year old prostitutes in the Philippines… I had heard differently!

Along comes Nathan, a trophy shop owner who is ready to help Bambi get the money she needs for her brother’s surgery. But being a trophy model is an unthinkable career, and Bambi not-so-politely declines all of Nathan’s advances. On the way home from an event, Bambi and her best friend Mia get in a little tussle and are aided by karate master and Elvis impersonator Barney. He is also a professional wrestling coach, and after a little persuasion he talks the 2 girls into joining an underground tag-team wrestling federation. As you can imagine a love story begins brewing between Bambi and Barney (who doesn’t love an Elvis impersonator). They are well on their way to making enough money for the surgery… but there is trouble brewing around every corner!

This is by far my favorite Troma movie, even if it is just a redub. I caught this flick on Cinemax in the late 80’s and it took me about 12 years before I could find the movie on VHS. There is some great action throughout including the female wrestling and some pretty good kung-fu scenes. But the real treat here is the comedy. Even though the words might not match up with the lips, the story Troma added to the scenes is just priceless! You get an Elvis impersonator, a talking snake from the ghetto, a girl who hums some of her scenes and a guy nicknamed Monkeyface… what is not to like!!! If you love Troma films, or really any kind of mindless comedy you need to check this film out. I have 2 words for you – Tuna Melt!

To Burn The Sun (1984)

1984 - Membakar Matahari (P.T. Parkit Films)

[International title “To Burn The Sun”, sometimes listed as “Burn The Sun”, and released as Poings D'Acier Contre Main(s) De Fer"; rereleased in the US as “Ferocious Female Freedom Fighters 2”]

Director/Story Arizal Screenplay Deddy Armand Cinematography Harry Susanto Music Gatot Sudarto Fighting Instructor Edy S. Jonathan

Cast Eva Arnaz (Bambi), Barry Prima (Barney), Bram Adrianto, Mathias Agus, Malino Djunaedy, Edy S. Jonathan, Husin Lubis, Ruth Pelupessi, Wenny Rosaline, George Rudy, Suhaimi Said, Tuty Wasiat

Synopsis (from the Troma website): They're back and they're more ferocious than ever!

This is the story of women. Women shattered by violence. Women left alone, the sole survivors of slaughtered families. Women sold into a vicious and brutal international crime syndicate. Women subjected to poverty, horror and brutal sex. Experience a secret glimpse into the erotic realm of the Asian underworld, where women are a high-priced commodity and anything is available... for a price.

Pushed to the farthest limits of sanity, and battered beyond ordinary human capacity, there is one woman who decides to fight against her destiny. She's tougher than a rabid canine! Braver than a battalion of Bruce Lees!

With vengeance pulsing through her veins, she journeys back into her past, kicking anything that gets in her way, settling the ultimate score... swiftly and permanently! Her task is to terminate the misery and sexual torture of her soul-sisters in slavery. She and her fighting female friends are out to topple the power pyramids of the Asian underworld! Fighting ferociously, with fists and feet flying, these females are out for revenge!

Black Belt Karate (1977)

1977 - Karate Sabuk Hitam (company unknown)

[An Indonesian-Hong Kong co-production, international title “Black Belt Karate”; released in the US by Ark Films in 1979 as “Bad Guys Wear Black”]

Director Wisjnu Mouradhy Writer Djohan B.A. Producer Adji Aswin Cinematography John Santoso Production Supervisor Herry Kustanto Action Choreographers Larry Lee, Siu-Lung Leung

Cast “Larry Lee”/Chin-Kun Li (Tommy), “Bruce Liang”/Siu-Lung Leung, Lo Lieh (Japanese Karate Expert), Billy Chong, Kong Do, Peter Chan Lung, Tony Leung Siu-Hung, R.D. Mochtar, David Sembel, Kies Slamet, Toto Soegianto, Deasy Surachman

Special Silencers (1979)

1979 - Special Silencers (company unknown)

Director Arizal Writers Deddy Armand, Djair

Cast Barry Prima (Hendra), Eva Arnaz (Julia), W.D. Mochtar (Gumilar), Dicky Zulkarnaen (Gundar)

Tonight we ask the question, “Have you ever seen a tree grow out of a human torso before?” If the answer is no, then I'm happy to say tonight is your lucky night, as we unspool the Indonesia ultra-weirdness of Special Silencers.

Indonesia's peak export period for its genre films was from the early Eighties to around 1992, grinding out cheap direct-to-video exotica for a world market already saturated with kung fu and jungle-bound action films – but with the added ingredients of bizarre fantasy and horror, genuine tropical locales, and always with ridiculous death-defying stunts and action sequences. For me, Indo cheapies are always a pleasure and never a guilty one, and part of the pleasure is watching their incongruities and extreme thrills kicking a film's weirdness level to the next building. Special Silencers stars Indonesia's B King Barry Prima, a staple in Indo-horror, fantasy and action cinema, and his would-be Jackie Chan hair helmet and fight moves define the landscape of one of the wildest, if little-seen cycles in Asian cult filmdom. Call it Indo-nausea or Satay Splatter, or whatever sticker you want to put on it, I GUARANTEE you will not have seen anything like it before.

By 1979, Prima was already comfortable in his blow-dry coiffure and denim suit to call himself Indonesia's Number One Action Star. Here he plays young buck Hendra heading for his classmate Dayat's village, meets a pretty girl along the way just happens to be Dayat's sister Julia (action star and Prima's ex-wife Eva Arnaz), and attempts to woo her from his motorbike. Smooth. Unbeknownst to both of them, Dayat's uncle and mayor of the village has been usurped by a black magician who has his evil eye on the mayor's chair, using a secret weapon, a vial of little red pills – those “special silencers” hinted at in the title – to take over the village. Once ingested by the hapless victim, fully grown trees shoot out of their stomach. I repeat: TREES, complete with branches and complex root systems, BURST from their victims' stomach. Hendra uses his considerable martial arts skills to help Dayat and Julia defeat the arch-villain, his army of thugs, and his “black commandos” - a squadron of hungry rats (alright, they're mice coloured with textas).

Special Silencers is a typical South East Asian genre film, a cheerfully simple-minded tale of revenge and retribution, with its inherent rough-as-guts production values and atrocious dubbing. Don't forget, it's an Asian film from the Seventies, so there's kung fu. A LOT of kung fu. What sets Special Silencers and its Indo ilk apart from most B-fare are its jaw-dropping money shots. Try for instance Julia's torture sequence where she's forced to smell someone's gym shoes. Just kill her, you fiend! Or the villain trying in vain to ram his severed leg back onto the stump... Then there are the film's money shots, those pesky little red pills doing their assigned task, which surely must rank amongst the most absurd moments ever in film horror AND horticulture. Indo-nausea indeed!