The movie opens with a bad scene in which two bad actors growl agressively at one another and communicate to the audience that an essentially non-violent anti-nuke movement has an, uh, bad egg in its midst. This person is named Splatter and wears some metal stuff over most of his face.
Then the movie shifts gears for the next thirty minutes and resembles a very bad Animal House clone, with warring frat houses raiding one anothers' parties. Eventually, as a form of retribution for a particularly bad prank, one group of frats must travel to the "dilapidated downtown area" and kidnap a member of the punkish (but non-violent) anti-nuke group and force the person to attend a frat party.
Unfortunately,the kidnapping goes badly and Splatter ends up wasting a couple of frats with some below-par gore. In his frenzy, Splatter also corks the leader of the non-violent anti-nuke group, and then blames the leader's death on the frats. For the rest of the movie the frats are chased all over the "dilapidated downtown area." Some extremely bad scenes occur when the frats meet up with some helpful punks and learn that once you look past Izods and Mohawks, everybody is basically the same (except Splatter).
Exactly four aspects of Futurekill on not terribly bad. One is the medium-okay movie poster by SF artist Giger. Another is the better-than-mediocre new-wave/synth soundtrack. The last two are a pair of well-proportioned breasts owned by a bad actress who appears for thirty seconds near the beginning of the movie.
Actually, it is conceivable that most of the country will not have the opportunity to experience Futurekill's badness first hand. It was made here in Austin, TX, and is probably being tested on local audiences before any wider release. If Austin moviegoers have any taste whatsoever, Futurekill will die a quick, clean death (unlike Splatter).
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