Seldom has a film lived up to its billing. You want nail guns? You want massacres? You want nail guns AND massacres? Well, cut-rate mob-approved contractor, you’ve come to the right place. It’s Nail Gun Massacre.
The elevator pitch for this one doesn’t even require going up one floor: Construction workers rape a woman and a mysterious vigilante who looks like a Power Ranger, exacts his revenge. He does this while wearing a motorcycle helmet. Safety first.
Who among us who isn’t presently under the employ of Habitat for Humanity, hasn’t thought of how cool it would be to fire off a few rounds into the fat ass of a particularly annoying boss?
The killer comes complete with 80s-style catchphrases (“Okay turd-face, cut the small talk”) and in his tool-belt, enough anger to send many a victim to that great home renovation center in the sky. This 1985 flick was perhaps not surprisingly, about as ill-received as a house that’s not built to code. Still, it’s a lot of fun.
*** (out of 5)