Sex & Fury (1973)
8/10
Ocho heard my prayers.
30 March 2010
Sex? Fury? Holy! Moly! This is just another flick in the long line of awesome titles that I've just now gotten to check out. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Of course this movie would be entertaining. It's from Japan. It's from the 70s. It has Lindberg…it has the words, Sex and Fury in the title. Really, what else do you need to know about this movie? Nothing? Great! Go watch it already!

You do want to know more? Yeah? Alright. We got a tatted up babe named Ocho, who's grown to be an ass-whooping, belly-stabbing and high-roller gambling beauty of epic proportions that is also the epitome of a blood-thirsty babe who resides on Revenge Boulevard in the town of Boobsnbloodville. Teaming up with anarchist tough guy who came in dead last place in the Sneak Attack World Championships, they're both out for bloody, vengeful satisfaction. Toss in some other entertaining sub-plots and ya got Sex and Fury.

Like I said above, this flick is a must see if you like stuff like blood, swords, babes, boobs, Lindberg, tattoos, and revenge. If you don't like any of that stuff you just suck. You do. You've sucked at life before, and most likely, you'll suck at life when you're an old sucking fart.

Sex and Fury, with its impressive production values and eye-popping visuals, easily trumps any of today's attempts at sensual toughness. Besides Lindberg's pretty weak acting skills that had me smirking, this flick delivers on basically all cylinders. What a treat this flick is. Remember when you were praying for Kate Beckinsale or some other female action star's top to come off when she was kicking those bad guy's butts? Well, this flick answered your prayers.
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