The Sidaris Zone

You have to give Andy Sidaris a lot of respect. For twenty years or so, he has been living outside the Hollywood studio system, happily putting out his own style of movies. You don't do that without tapping into something popular, and Sidaris' formula is simple: Bullets, Bombs and Babes. The DVDs even have symbols by the chapter stops to indicate content in these three areas.

The product that results usually involves a number of Playboy playmates in a variety of exotic (yet not too expensive) locations e.g. Las Vegas, chasing the bad guys with a selection of weaponry and gadgets. Throw in some gratuitous but inoffensive nudity, a little action (not overly bloody!) and a curious, almost total, lack of profanity. Wrap in a suitably enticing sleeve, release to video, and wait for the profits to arrive. So obvious, you wonder why no-one else thought of it first.

It's perhaps no surprise that Sidaris gravitated towards the action genre, having for many years been a TV sports producer, winning seven Emmys in the process. He also was responsible for the football scenes in M.A.S.H., though Altman stiffed him out of credit for that. Yet his career got off to a slow start, more than a decade passing between his directorial debut and his third feature, Malibu Express, which is probably the first "true" Sidaris movie in terms of style and content.

This was a happy time for the low-budget film-maker, as the growth of video meant an enormous demand for product. And Andy, along with his wife Arlene, and occasionally son Christian too, was in a great position to supply that need. Their small but well-crafted action adventure pics might not out-rent the latest Hollywood blockbuster, but they'd likely outlast it on the shelves.

In the third millennium, financing new movies has become a little harder, but the Sidaris catalog has found a new lease of life on DVD. They put a lot of major studios to shame in terms of extras, especially given the low retail price - commentaries (albeit with Sidaris occasionally drooling over his actresses a bit too much), featurettes, trailers and the "Andy Sidaris Film School" where you learn how to stage car-chases, etc. How he gets all those Playmates to star in his movies remains a trade secret. :-)

To quote Arlene, "The Sidaris dynasty is built on the theory that every four years there's a college freshman in a frat house on a Friday night who wants to see a Sidaris movie." And with their rolling, but always photogenic, cast of dolls and hunks, not to mention plots that never tax the brain, Andy Sidaris makes near-perfect movies for that situation. Crack open the beer, order the pizza, switch off all conscious thought and be entertained...

The Sidaris Works

Malibu Express
Dir: Andy Sidaris
Stars: Darby Hinton, Sybil Danning, Brett Baxter Clark, Lori Sutton

Female action fans would be well advised to give this a wide berth. Actually, so should everyone else, unless they're fans of crass sexism, extremely clunky exposition and hideous country & western. Cody Abilene (Hinton) is a PI hired by Countess Luciana (Danning) to look into the export of illegal computer technology to the Russians, centred on the home of Lady Lillian Chamberlain. Who is responsible? Oversexed chauffeur Shane? Daughters Lisa and Anita? Or the maid, Marion? [groan...]

Luciana and police Detective Beverly MacFee (Sutton) are the prototypes for later Sidaris action heroines, but otherwise this is crude soft-porn with few redeeming features. Were impressed with Danning's amazing costumes though; never realised you could do so much with a roll of coloured crepe paper. The hero starts off driving a DeLorean, which rapidly goes in for repair, and is replaced by a series of less-expensive junkers which the production can afford to abuse. The over-frequent voiceovers that add nothing to the plot. The sub-plot involving a family who'd have been thrown off the Dukes of Hazzard for being too stereotypical. Need I go on?

With all the bed-hopping, this isn't a film that has dated well - two decades of AIDS see to that. But it's hard to imagine an era in which this could ever have seemed like passable entertainment. The occasional spurts of genuine imagination (such as the resolution, which I have to admit we didn't see coming) aren't nearly enough to justify the 101-minute running time. I suspect that a film concentrating on Luciana would have had much more potential - albeit at the cost of several more rolls of crepe.

Hard Ticket to Hawaii
Dir: Andy Sidaris
Stars: Dona Speir, Hope Marie Carlton, Ronn Moss, Rodrigo Obregon

Also known as Hard Titties in Hawaii - at least in this house - it's a big step forward as far as the evolution of Sidaris' work goes. After the flailing around that was Malibu Express, he's now firmly settled on Hawaii as a location, and jiggly action/adventure as the genre. However, he still unfortunately seems to want to cram lame comedy in there, such as clunky references to his previous films, while many of the actors appear not to have been chosen for their thespian ability - to their credit, Speir and Carlton aren't particularly the worst offenders.

They play, respectively, a local agent and a former agent now embedded in a new identity, courtesy of witness protection, who stumble across two packets of diamonds belonging to drug dealers. With the help of a couple of colleagues, including the brother of Cody Abilene from Malibu Express (Cody has apparently gone off to learn acting - which certainly explains his previous "performance"), they have to destroy the crime syndicate, though I'm pretty sure you can fill in the rest of the plot yourself. Not least because of the wildly gratuitous "let's take our tops off!" sequences, such as the relaxing brainstorming session, which naturally takes place in a jacuzzi. [Carlton doesn't even bother to get anything above her belly-button wet.]

The great majority of this film is actually a lot less fun than it sounds, since too many of the earlier scenes are pointless padding, despite blatantly thieving one of the best lines from Aliens. Even the nudity is not particularly well done, and the action is limited since the sum total of federal manpower is apparently "four" - I blame budget cutbacks. Then you reach a final 15 minutes where razor-edged frisbees, a villain who proves harder to kill than Jason Vorhees, explosive-tipped crossbows, and a snake contaminated with stuff from cancer-infected lab rats (no, really!) all suddenly play their part. This turns the last reel into berserk excess that's gory by Sidaris' standards, but undeniably and endearingly loopy. It's just a shame that you have to sit through 75 pretty dull minutes in order to find this madly imaginative climax.

Picasso Trigger
Dir: Andy Sidaris
Stars: Dona Speir, Hope Marie Carlton, Steve Bond, John Aprea

Salazar (John Aprea) is a famously devious assassin who gets shot by a sniper just after he donates a painting (of the emblematic 'Picasso triggerfish') to a Parisian art gallery. This sparks a series of lethal attacks on undercover federal spy teams who are Salazar's enemies. But are the various bad-guys, who use all manner of tricks to eliminate government agents, all working for a criminal mastermind?

Sidaris makes amusing action films by casting Playboy pinups and hunky TV actors, and crafts low-budget Bond style thrills in exotic locations. There's not much point in expecting greatness from these stereotyped heroes and villains, as the quintessential Sidaris formula simply requires some beautiful women to strip at regular intervals, a number of offbeat stunts and violent explosions, occasional bouts of kung fu, and frequent travel scenes in small planes, flashy boats and fast cars. On these terms, Picasso Trigger is a splendidly uncomplicated production showcasing several enjoyably ridiculous gadgets: a boomerang grenade, a radio-controlled toy car bomb, and a missile launcher disguised as a crutch!

If what you want is a speedboat chase in which the hero cannot shoot straight, lots of busty babes in bikinis (or less) carrying enough weaponry to fight a small war, crooks guilty of everything from drug-smuggling to snuff movies and white slavery, and a scattering of throwaway one-liners, Picasso Trigger fits the bill, perfectly.

Jeff Young
Originally published in Video Vista
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Savage Beach
Dir: Andy Sidaris
Stars: Dona Speir, Hope Marie Carlton, Rodrigo Obregon, Michael Mikasa

This one doesn't really get going until the second half, when the search for a lost hoard of Japanese wartime gold, looted from the Phillipines, leads to a remote island. There are CIA agents, revolutionaries, a left-behind Japanese soldier and, of course, our lovely heroines Dona and Taryn (Speir and Carlton) who end up there after their plane crashes in a storm. Or rather, "storm" - you can get a cheap laugh by seeing the bright blue skies as they land in the middle of a clearly hose-supplied downpour. Sidaris probably felt the need to justify their otherwise implausible strip-tease shortly after departure. Or do FAA regulation stipulate pilots must remove their tops in emergencies? Two take-offs for the price of one...

Such clunky exploitation is disappointing, but the back and forth round the island is fun, though note how our heroines' carefully-applied camouflage paint mysteriously vanishes minutes later. Not that it impairs their concealment abilitites, given the brilliant white shirts they wear. Kudos to Teri Weigel as the rebel who spouts rhetoric before, during and after undressing, giving the lie to the myth that Playboy centerfolds can't talk and walk simultaneously. The rest of the cast, however, seem to have problems in this department, though Speir acquits herself creditably.

There does seem to be rather more blood here than usual, with some enthusiastic squibbing. However, the characters show a low level of intelligence that is, unfortunately, necessary to the plot. While I'm happy to forgive economies of scale - and, really, the film looks pretty good for the budget - it's harder to accept flaws in the script that would have cost Sidaris nothing to fix.

Guns
Dir: Andy Sidaris
Stars: Donna Speir, Erik Estrada, Roberta Vasquez, Bruce Penhall

Two federal agents (Speir and Vasquez) are hot on the trail of South American gangster Degas (Estrada), after one of their friends is shot during one of his hits - but perhaps that's really what he wants? Zipping around from Hawaii to Arizona to Las Vegas, this was the first Sidaris movie I saw, and was probably better than I expected. While obviously not shot on an unlimited budget, most of the deficiencies are made up for in energy and a host of interesting characters.

Those on the wrong side of the law come off particularly well: Estrada is suitably nasty, and his sidekick of few words is an early role for Danny Trejo. Add a pair of transvestite assassins, and Devin DeVasquez as Degas' murderous squeeze, and the heroines seem kinda bland in comparison, despite good support from Chuck McCann and Phyllis Davis, making an impression in small roles. Cynthia Brimhall is perhaps the best of the cover starlets, though I could certainly have done without her lounge singer turn. Speir still seems to be finding her feet, while Vasquez merely looks pouty.

It's the action sequences which really show up the paucity of the production. Helicopters chasing motorbikes is all very well, but Sidaris might have been better off reining in his ambition, to something more in keeping with his pocket. The smaller-scale stuff works better, such as a nice double-hit involving a computer screen and a radio-controlled boat - they were supposed to return the computer and get their money back, but couldn't get the blood out of the keyboard...

Hard Hunted
Dir: Andy Sidaris
Stars: Dona Speir, Roberta Vasquez, R.J. Moore, Rodrigo Obregon

It's very easy to mock a film, when the lesbian necking starts before the meaningful dialogue, and is immediately followed by a musical number where Cynthia Brimhall channels the spirit of Jimmy Buffett. Yet the endearing loopiness on display here did a better job of keeping my interest throughout than many movies made with far larger budgets. The plot centers on a jade Buddha, containing a nuclear trigger, which starts off in the hands of Kane (Moore), only for it to be swiped by an undercover agent: she is gunned down, but passes it to Donna (Speir), who has to try and keep it out of Kane's clutches. However, an unfortunate bout of amnesia leaves her partner Nicole (Vazquez) and the other agents trying to find her first.

This is the usual mix of decent production values [if too much footage of aircraft flying], dumb plotting and breasts; the preferred method of communication is radio host Ava Cadell - who occasionally does her show topless from the hot tub. Just don't drop the microphone. It's harmlessly entertaining nonsense, and even has some local interest for us here in Arizona, with sequences shot in Phoenix and up the road in Sedona, though the geography on view is a little flakey. We particularly enjoyed Kane's incompetent henchmen, Wiley and Coyote - as they helpfully point out, "Those are codenames" - with their Acme brand hovercraft. While it's clear the film doesn't take itself seriously (the intelligence community is not, presumably, at it like knives on an almost permanent basis), more of this kind of genuine humour would be welcome, letting you laugh with the film rather than simply taking the mickey.

You do get the feeling that Sidaris could make this kind of thing in his sleep: there's nothing remotely innovative or challenging to be found here. Yet for what it is, this is slickly-made, with more ambition than usually found in the genre. Er, at least as long as the genre is that narrow subset of movies where horizontal action is of equal importance to any other kind - if you know what I mean, and I think you do...

The Dallas Connection
Dir: Drew Sidaris
Stars: Sam Phillips, Bruce Penhall, Julie Strain, Wendy Hamilton

Among Sidaris fans, I imagine arguments over whether this one counts, much like the Never Say Never Again debate among 007 lovers. For this was directed not by Andy, but son Drew; Dad and Mom were merely executive producers. However, the content is much the same, though (and I can't believe I'm writing this) Drew lacks the subtle touch of Sidaris Sr. Case in point: the very first shot is of the Eiffel Tower, establishing that this is Paris. However, the point is then rammed home with footage of the Arc De Triomphe, Place de la Concorde and Notre Dame. Similarly before the 'South African' scenes; we get so much wildlife footage, it feels more like the Discovery Channel.

The story, also by the director (using his first name, Christian), is equally poor; something to do with a plan to steal chips being used in a new satellite system. Details are vague, too many sequences, such as the one at the race-track, are just meaningless filler, and the writer literally doesn't know his acronyms from his anagrams. On the plus side, Julie Strain makes a good impression as a bad girl, leading her coven of killers who drop their tops at the drop of a...well, not just hat, but virtually any other piece of clothing.

They operate out of what appears to be a combination line-dancing bar/strip-club called Cowboy's in Dallas, where the four chips are scheduled to be integrated into the system. For safe keeping, the "bureau" give one to each of their agents - what's wrong with a bank vault? - led by the ludicrously over-inflated Samantha Maxx (Phillips). Another key clue is bullets found at the scene of a drive-by shooting, days after the event. I'd have words with your forensic technicians.

Long before the end, we were making our own entertainment, and you'll probably get more fun from mocking this. One line is, "I told you - I bite", to which the correct response is, "Unlike the rest of the film, which simply sucks." "Do you think those are real?" asked Chris at one point, regarding a particularly scary pair of mammaries. "Yes," I replied, "and the Pyramids are a naturally-occurring rock formation." Little wonder Drew has since been relegated by Dad to second-unit work.

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