‘Miami Connection’ (1987) -  Y.K Kim/Park Woo Sang.

The fascinatingly earnest, immediately gratifying ‘Miami Connection’ (1987) is not undeservedly becoming somewhat of a word-of-mouth bad movie legend, perhaps even rivalling schlock supremo Bruno Mattei’s eternally deranged ‘Strike Commando’ or David A. Prior’s ‘Deadly Prey’; a querulous, dipsomaniac midnight movie mash up evoking the ‘worst’ of Richard Pepin, the more frenzied cut n’ paste antics of Ninja impresario Godfrey Ho and a heady dash of Filipino trash master Teddy Page’s legendary ‘Blood Debts’, but to be fair this sublimely screwball skull-cracker has a truly gonzo, goodly vibe-inducing energy all of its own, with each hyperbolically rendered dramatic sequence being no less punchy than the plentifully bloody, throat-gougingly gnarly street fight scenes exploding off the screen like ‘Deadbeat at Dawn’ on bathtub Doxitol! 

The searingly persistent pathos and bare-chested emotion powerfully exposed by the mercurial martial arts-trained musical combo ‘Dragon Power’, delivering jaw-dropping verbiage like a hail of savage scissor-kicks to the dome, and endowed with such exquisitely crafted songs, the film’s ear-wormingly sublime music by Synth-master General Jon McCallum is a constantly effervescing highlight and one of the film’s more actively transcendent elements that strongly suggests that ‘Miami Connection is the shark-jumping genius of truly exemplary B-Movie minds.

Taking a new wave riff on the age-old, frequently told story of Dojo trained, ice-cold Ninja Biker dope peddlers and red neck, Uzi-sporting suburban street gangs torn violently asunder by the sweet, songbird sister of a rival gang performing in a truly international group of jujitsu trained musical peaceniks is given a vivid make-over as Jane’s (Kathy Collier) smouldering love tryst with tall drink of water John (Vincent Hirsch), part-time ‘Dragon Power’ bass player and full-time equalizer which devastatingly provides the deadly spark that ignites the red-hot, blood-red trail of knuckle-dusted retribution that calamitously culminates in quite possibly the very best Jujitsu, jive-talking punks vs. Biker Ninjas showdown that Brian Trenchard-Smith never shot!    

‘Miami Connection’ has an uncommonly magnetic, serotonin-pimping effect on the unsuspecting viewer’s brain, unleashing an exceptionally vivid, uncompromisingly exhilarating  bonanza that not infrequently reaches metaphysical levels of hyperbolic martial art-less madness that raises the diminutive death-dealer Y.K Kim to that of an almost mythic, brick-obliterating,  six-string rocking, Hell’s Angel’s Ninja destroying, B-movie deity! And you are more likely to step in fresh Sasquatch dung than discover another freaked-out masterpiece to match Woo-sang Park & Y.K Kim’s almost unimaginably righteous movie!