This sardonic sci-fi cult classic presents the most dismal portrait of the post-nuclear holocaust ever conceived. Ugly, grimy and scruffy, its characters wander aimlessly across desert wastelands in search of plunder and sex under blazing Saharan suns by day, chilling cold to the bone by night, seeking food where they can steal it, committing wanton rape when they are fortunate enough to find an unwilling victim. A world without law, order, or God, contrasted by an hilarious parody of Heartland Republican America that co-exists in a nether-world below ground like the Morlocks in H. G. Welles' "The Time Machine." Don Johnson as Vic (the Boy) is adequately dense; Tim MacIntyre as the voice of Blood (the Dog) is ruefully sarcastic; and Jason Robards as Lou, Dictator of the underground civilization, is an arbitrary, disgusted H. R. Haldeman. DON'T bring your wife or date to see this film. Women will be offended, men will either smirk maliciously, laugh uproariously or even cheer at the gross ending which takes a few minutes to sink in. Bottom-line theme: faced with bare-knuckle survival, a good dog is of greater worth to a man than a woman. A one of a kind film, not to be missed, but NOT for the squeemish or politically correct.
