'Nemesis 4: The Cry of Angels' (1996) - Albert Pyun.

There is no doubt in my mind that the forceful allure of the awesome 1st Nemesis kept me involved in Pyun's increasingly wrong-headed Cyborg tetralogy, perhaps blinding me to the sequels myriad inconsistencies and terminal flashback-itus! In the 4th and to date, the final chapter, the disastrous war betwixt the despotic Cyborgs and mankind is finally over, and in this uneasy truce, Alex Sinclair, now a high ranking syndicate assassin, has one last hit to complete on the mutant-mean streets of ruinous Zagrev before her enforced retirement. A somewhat less than sensual assignation with her duplicitous, hybrid killer freak lover, Earl Typhoon (Nicholas Guest) violently heralds a disorientating descent into delirious dystopian weirdness! Nemesis 4 is a psychotronic, gun-happy fever dream, conspicuously unrelated to the previous instalments, completing the vividly mutable arc of, Alex's tumultuously violent, time-shifting legacy in an oblique, amusingly bawdy and frustratingly absurdist fashion!

There is a flamboyantly nihilistic sense of arbitrary, rapidly encroaching doom that boisterously informs the outlandish insanity of maestro, Albert Pyun's unfairly neglected conclusion to his low budget, yet altogether heroic cult cyber-saga! This is an ungodly strange, sometimes maddeningly misshaped work of delicious day-glow pulp fiction, having much of the wayward, acid-washed mania of, William Burroughs and Philip K. Dick frequently brain-tripping Pyun's decadent, murder-mad B-Movie milieu into outright silliness! Overrun with aggressive polymorphic sex, bizarre body dimorphism, alien narcotics, wholly illicit erotic practices and plentiful, bullet-shredded bouts of old school ballistic overkill!

While I accept that this frequently insensible, sporadically fabulous cyberpunk freakfest is one gloriously giddy non sequitur, it is also monstrously entertaining, so whatever it is that these warp-headed, contract killing wastoids of future Zagrev are taking, I want some now, dude! Seen in an era of imagination neutering political correctness and facile, play it safe remakes, the heroically hyperbolic 'Nemesis 4: The Cry of Angels' now resembles the wonkily psychedelic, avaunt-unguarded work of some dementedly febrile filmmaking genius, which it most certainly isn't, but, oh boy!!! some of this sticky sinful celluloid fluff n' stuff is just so fabulously and relentlessly odd that I can't help but adore it for all its multitudinous incongruities! The inimitable Mr Pyun explosively concluded his exceptionally twisted tetralogy with a considerable bang, pun most definitely intended!