Forgotten Action Cinema: Oblivion

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Imagine, if you will, a cheap, second-rate sound stage dressed to resemble a typical Old West-style township, complete with poorly constructed storefronts and several idiosyncratic ceiling fans mounted from a selection of elevated planes at various intervals up and down this impossibly familiar setting. However, instead of cowboys and Indians and hookers and gunslingers and a drunken George Takei roaming the streets, you have cowboys and Indians and hookers and empaths and aliens and a drunken George Takei spouting incredibly awful “Star Trek”-related puns to the stunning sound of suffocating silence. Is this skewed sci-fi scenario a delicious fever dream perpetrated by office-born illnesses, you ask? Not quite. In fact, all of this giggly nonsense can be found lurking within the folds of director Sam Irvin’s 1994 impossibly wonky Full Moon effort “Oblivion”, a story so monumentally epic that it became necessary to split the tale into two complete feature-length productions. Here’s the basic concept: A reptilian chap named Red Eye (Andrew Divoff) menaces the residents of a small town, whose only hope for survival lies in the hands of the dead sheriff’s pacifist son. General (read: cliche) western and sci-fi trappings apply. If Sergio Leone had been raised by Vulcans and ritualistically whipped with laser whips, his cinematic output may have looked something like this. Fun for what it is, I suppose, though I certainly wouldn’t scale large, craggy mountains trying to locate a copy. Unless, of course, you’re just jonesing for some new “Star Trek” jokes. But do you really need any more? Really?

Author: Todd Rigney

Todd was raised on a steady diet of Hollywood blockbusters, late-night Cinemax programming, and USA’s “Up All Night,” which may explain why his taste in movies is more than a little questionable. When he isn’t providing news and reviews for Beyond Hollywood, he can be found lounging lazily on his couch, perched in front of his television, or dwelling in places where direct sunlight can be easily avoided. He's happily married, in his 30's, and totally badass. If you'd like to reach Todd, you can follow him on Twitter or send him email/scoops to todd (at) beyondhollywood.com.