Of all the crazy futuristic guff featuring in "Exterminators of the Year 3000", there is at least one predicament that is more than likely going to come true - and it'll even be long before the year 3000 - namely that water will become the most scarce and valuable resource on earth. Even around the year 2020-2022 already, drought and lack of rainfall form a worldwide catastrophe, so we should be worried about the what the future will bring.
However, I don't think the makers of this flick had many prophetic ambitions. It's merely just a shameless - but massively entertaining - imitation of "Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior". George Miller's cult-monument spawned numerous rip-offs, many of them hailing from Italy, and unwritten rule states: the closer to the plot of the original, the better. That's also one of my life's mottos, by the way, better well-stolen than badly invented.
In a futuristic wasteland - I sincerely doubt it's the year 300, but admittedly it makes the international title sound a lot cooler - the ozone layer has entirely vanished due to all the nuclear warfare. All survivors, whether in little communities or lone warriors, spend their days searching, looting, or killing for small drinking bottles of water. The Max Rockatansky clone on duty is named Alien, and he teams up with a boy with a biomechanical arm to find a mythical source of water. But, of course, there's also a motorized gang of thugs joyriding around. Their leader, Crazy Bull, looks somewhat like a crossbreed between Dennis Hopper in "Waterworld" and Telly Savalas on bad hair(-less) day. He also has a mommy-complex, judging by all the mother-related terms he shouts at his troops.
The ginormous fun-factor of "Exterminators of the Year 3000" comes from the awesome stunt work, the excessive violence, and the type of cheesy dialogues you only ever hear in trashy exploitation movies like these. My favorite part is when elderly mechanic Papillion (brilliant Italian cult-actor Luciano Pigozzi) tells Tommy about his childhood days of dancing in the rain, going to swimming pools, and even taking baths in water! Crazy times...
However, I don't think the makers of this flick had many prophetic ambitions. It's merely just a shameless - but massively entertaining - imitation of "Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior". George Miller's cult-monument spawned numerous rip-offs, many of them hailing from Italy, and unwritten rule states: the closer to the plot of the original, the better. That's also one of my life's mottos, by the way, better well-stolen than badly invented.
In a futuristic wasteland - I sincerely doubt it's the year 300, but admittedly it makes the international title sound a lot cooler - the ozone layer has entirely vanished due to all the nuclear warfare. All survivors, whether in little communities or lone warriors, spend their days searching, looting, or killing for small drinking bottles of water. The Max Rockatansky clone on duty is named Alien, and he teams up with a boy with a biomechanical arm to find a mythical source of water. But, of course, there's also a motorized gang of thugs joyriding around. Their leader, Crazy Bull, looks somewhat like a crossbreed between Dennis Hopper in "Waterworld" and Telly Savalas on bad hair(-less) day. He also has a mommy-complex, judging by all the mother-related terms he shouts at his troops.
The ginormous fun-factor of "Exterminators of the Year 3000" comes from the awesome stunt work, the excessive violence, and the type of cheesy dialogues you only ever hear in trashy exploitation movies like these. My favorite part is when elderly mechanic Papillion (brilliant Italian cult-actor Luciano Pigozzi) tells Tommy about his childhood days of dancing in the rain, going to swimming pools, and even taking baths in water! Crazy times...