Night Wars

Ha! I notice that practically all my fellow reviewers also make tongue-in-cheek references towards "Nightmare on Elm Street" in their user-comment titles. Logically, because this "Night Wars" is a shameless and blatant imitation of the NoES formula - albeit, admittedly, with a Vietnam war-movie twist!

Vietnam movies, or at least horror/action movies with links to 'Nam, were somewhat the hobbyhorse of writer-director David A. Prior. For more than three decades straight, Mr. Prior was one of the most over-active and prolific trash directors in the business. Nearly forty terrible films in thirty years, that's what I call perseverance and dedication! He was enthusiast and creative, to say the least, but he still couldn't direct very well at the end of his life. After two lousy horror movies ("Sledgehammer" and "Killer Workout"), he quickly turned to jungle adventures and Vietnam action vehicles, with the phenomenal 1987 "Deadly Prey" as their absolute and inarguable highlight. Now there's a movie that everybody in the whole wide world needs to watch, if you ask me!

Trent and Jim are two war buddies with recurring nightmares about their Tour in Vietnam, and then particularly how they were forced to leave behind their pal Johnny as a POW and how another platoon member McGregor turned out to be a psychotic mercenary traitor. The nightmares grow increasingly realistic, however, and the boys are even getting injured in them. They soon realize they'll have to enter their dreams armed to the teeth in order to rescue Johnny and eliminate McGregor who's terrorizing them from beyond the grave. Now, the plot of "Night Wars" isn't entirely bad, but it's totally lacking logic and structure and - with all due respect - David A. Prior doesn't have the intellect for it. He constantly falls into the traps of paradoxes that automatically ensue from a plot like this. On the bright side, there's plenty of gunfire, preposterous warfare (you know, the Asian soldiers shoot a thousand times but never hit anything, whereas the white soldiers never miss) and horrendously over-the-top acting performances (especially Steve Horton).

Oh, dear, this one is awful! I once bet a Navy Chief Petty Officer, a Marine Gunnery Sergeant, and a couple of enlisted guys a case of beer if they could get through it without "losing it," and I let them decide for themselves what "losing it" meant. I won the beer.

One learns a number of interesting things about infantry combat in this little retcher - for one thing, the Viet Cong ought to sue the makers for defamation (it was shot in Mexico, and most of the bad guys are remarkably un-Asian types who the credits reveal have names ending in "ez.") Let's start with the a new martial arts technique - get your opponent face-down and pull his hair back and voila! his neck breaks. Evidently that's what my little sister was after lo those many years ago...

The idea, of course, is a post-traumatic-syndrome exploitation flick. One views a patrol of good guys, evidently Woodstock castoffs, stumbling through the Vietnamese jungles falling over one another - "combat separation" here evidently refers to "get 12 guys into the camera's viewfinder simultaneously." One shot down the trail would have shish-kebab'd these goofs out of their misery. And what misery it was...

Here we have the hero, in the middle of a desperate firefight, ducking behind a tree and for some reason popping the magazine out from his .45 - perhaps to see how many "bullets" were left - I use the term "bullets" advisedly since the camera closeup reveals, in all its brassy glory, the crimped end of a blank cartridge. Appalling.

The climax involves our heroes stuffing a cheap hotel room with enough ordnance to sink an aircraft carrier, then, as do all who are minutes away from furious mortal combat, falling asleep. I shall leave the denouement for those stubborn enough to last that far...

Three thumbs-down, but a decent effort for the truly masochistic.

My review was written in September 1988 after a screening at Selwyn theater on Manhattan's 42nd Street.

"Night Wars" presents an extremely goofy approach to the familiar theme of Vietnam War vets' malaise, treated in supernatural terms. Pic is a standard-issue quickie, more for video than theatrical fans.

Brian O'Connor and Cameron Smith are the vets who have nightmares and hallucinations relating to their leaving behind platoon mate Chet Hood back in Vietnam. Problem is that the nightmares are for real, with wounds inflicted while sleeping still there upon wakeup and even Hood's severed finger materializing for real.

Another war buddy, Dan Haggerty, is now a shrink who rather laughably doesn't believe the heroes' tales of their predicament and gives them a sedative instead of keeping them awake. When machine gun fire from the Great Beyond kills Matthews' pretty wife Jill Foor, Haggerty is a believer.

Silliest scene has O'Connor and Smith putting on camouflage makeup and outfits, arming themselves to the teeth and lying down on a bed together to sleep -they're to do battle with their renegade nemesis Steve Horton, but visually it's campy.

Director David Prior's action scenes are perfunctory, but the acting is okay, except for a very hammy turn by Horton. The supernatural content linking dreams with reality is unconvincing, used in "anything goes" fashion.

(1988) Night Wars WAR/ SUPERNATURAL

Straight-to-rental flick that is co-written and directed by David A. Prior, which is like a Freddy Krueger-like war movie with two Nam friends by the names of Trent (Brian Edward O'Connor) and Jim (Cameron Smith) become telepathically linked to one another after figuring out that an old war vet is still alive at an POW Vietnam camp assumed to be dead. But, as a result of many spontaneous dream sequences which the only thing they dream about is still being in Vietnam again, a double crossing Vietnam war soldier by the name of McGregor (Steve Horton) keeps appearing in there so-called dreams, just so he can continue his torture tactics. And upon the two stars waking up again, they would even have the scars where they were tortured too without fully understanding how they got them in the first place, except to remember that they got them as a result of a dream that is similar to the 'A Nightmare On Elm Street' movies. What's kind of ludicrous is the fact that viewers are never shown how they ended up getting these dreams in the first place. I mean, was there some strange ritual ever practiced on them before they manage to escape, and then settle back to the States? And the answer is no. The other ludicrous thing is the fact that the two main stars never had to spend money on a plane ticket back to Vietnam to save the friend they left behind because they can do that while they're sleeping, and firing their weapons at the same time. The only thing that's saving this film from being a complete disaster is the fact that there's an unexpected twist that occurred at the end, and can give viewers something to think about besides tolerating the awful second rate performances. Dan Haggerty also stars who's best known for playing 'Grizzly Adams' as Mike Campbell as Trent's doctor and shrink.

Vietnam veterans Trent Matthews (Brian Edward O'Connor, a poor man's Robert Ginty) and Jim Lowery (Cameron Smith) are suffering from recurring dreams about the war; as they sleep, they battle the Vietcong in an attempt to rescue fellow soldier Johnny (Chet Hood), who they had to leave behind during their escape from a prisoner-of-war camp nine years earlier. Also haunting their nightmares is sadistic traitor McGregor (Steve Horton, overacting wildly), who wants to continue with his torture of the men.

Waking to find that injuries sustained in their dreams leave real marks on their bodies, Trent and Jim realise that they must confront their fears or die. Arming themselves to the teeth, they enter their dreams to make one last ditch effort to find Johnny and drag him into reality.

Borrowing heavily from A Nightmare on Elm Street, but with a Vietnam war film twist, Night Wars is wholly unoriginal late-'80s straight-to-video nonsense that suffers from a serious lack of logic. Now I know what you're thinking - dreams don't have to make sense - but the film needs to adhere to a few rules for it to work.

Case in point: taking weapons into the dreams. When Trent and Jim fall asleep, they do so with loaded firearms in their hands, which they fire in reality whenever they do so in their dream. In their final rescue attempt, they also lob around a fair few grenades, but conveniently fail to throw a single real grenade in the room in which they are asleep. Consistency be damned!

The film is also unclear about how Johnny and McGregor are projecting themselves into Trent and Jim's dreams. There is no suggestion that they are dead. Is it astral projection? If so, how did they learn to pull off this trick? At one point, McGregor even attacks Trent's wife as she sleeps, with no explanation about how he manages this. And are Trent and Jim astrally projecting themselves as they snooze, their spirits manifesting in Vietnam? None of it makes a lick of sense.

I will give props for the number of bloody squibs used in the shootouts - hence my generous rating of 3/10 - but there are better things you could be doing with your time.

N.B. Despite getting top billing, Dan Haggerty only has a supporting role as concerned doctor Mike Campbell.