'2019 After the fall of New York' (1983) - Sergio Martino.

Muscular, magisterial man-cake, Michael 'Blastfighter' Sopkiw cuts quite an apocalyptic swish as flamboyantly attired, Mad Max-mimic, Parsifal, who brutally surmounts several sickening, sordidly mutated murder-beasts in the magnificently malevolent, pre-cert, post-nuked, pre-gentrified New York, colourfully imagined by genre cinema's frequently unsung sultan of sinfully stylish celluloid, Sergio Martino. The Giallo maestro's deliriously divine dystopian 80s diorama, '2019 After the fall of New York' is a low-budget mini marvel of sublime B-Movie ingenuity!

Using its indigenous, and FAR more mellifluous sounding moniker of, 'Dopo La Caduta Di New York' arguably makes the film sound more exotic than it actually is!!! Happily, the amusingly garish, pulpy comic book plot concerning the last fertile woman only temporarily distracts from the calculatingly erotic display of, Michael Sopkiw's sinfully salacious sinews and his titanically triumphant breadth of rigidly cemented chin! Personally, with trembling hand on my....er, heart, I'd more than happily watch the sylph-waisted, Sopkiw masticate a wizened grape between his burnished bicuspids, but for those needful swine who drearily demand additional 'whizz-bag' for their epicurean edification, famed maestro of B-movie mayhem, Sergio Martino packs more heady excitement into 96 maniacal minutes than one could ever hope to experience on a boozy 24hr binge with one of the gamier denizens of Hamburg's infamous Reeperbahn!

 

 

'Even if y'all weren't the last ovulating blond-haired broad on earth I still would!'

Bad Boys???!! We shit 'em!'

'That's some silky sweet artwork!'

Ace VTC trailer.