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As you might have expected this is another cheap and shoddy sword and sorcery flick from Corman's trash factory. Not nearly as fun as Deathstalker I or II, but at least the character is back in his relaxed, tongue-in-cheek mode, unlike the too serious Deathstalker from part III. You get some bad swordfights, self-parodic machismo, gladiator action, nasty leather-lesbians, lion-men, stone-soldiers and lots of T&A. And of course once again you get to enjoy some Concorde "classic" scenes, like: "Man being dragged through the woods by a horse", "Pigman eats pork" and "thinny, hyperactive gladiator in stupid viking helmet uses penis-violence and is beaten to a pulp by a fat, hairy giant with a club".

Things get off to a decidedly poor start in this, the fourth entry in the Deathstalker series. During the very first scene I was immediately struck by two things: 1)The camera work looked as though it were achieved by strapping the camera to the rear end of a rodeo horse. and 2)Who ever is responsible for the bloody awful, tuneless and distracting 'music' accompanying this scene needs be executed.

On the latter point, words really just cannot describe just how atrocious the aimless, meandering sequence of seemingly random 'notes' are.

Luckily things suddenly look brighter when the original Deathstalker himself, Rick Hill turns up on the scene to save the day (he even performs his trademark 'wipe the blood from sword behind leg' move after he slays the bad guys, just like he did way back when he originally played the titular role) Interestingly, Ricks portrayal of the main character here carries far more humour than in his first appearance (no doubt the script in keeping with the comedic nature of the two previous sequels) Alas, this humour all but dries up save for a few scenes as the film progresses, which I felt was a real shame.

If there's one thing that everyone seems to agree on in the Deathstalker films, it is that the ladies present within them are universally stunning to behold. In this regard, the movie in question surpasses itself by casting the absolutely gorgeous Maria Ford as Deathstalker's love interest who also happens to be an incredibly feisty warrior!

It's such a pity that the rest of the film fails to have the same lustre. Whilst I've certainly watched far worse in my time, this movie overall just feels flat and uninspired and I can really only describe it as average at best. However, it IS great to see Rick Hill back in the title role and as previously mentioned, Maria Ford is truly stunning to behold, which is a real bonus!

I didn't think anyone else had even heard of the Deathstalker films, let alone actually owned them - so when I saw this 'un on sale for a couple of quid second-hand, the appalling decision had already been made...

It's not a good film, obviously. In fact it's pretty terrible. I can't say just how terrible it is in relation to its three predecessors, because they were experienced way back in my murky, impressionable childhood and the only bits I can remember are the bits that were inexplicably recycled in this one.

But the real tragedy of Match of Titans is that while it's certainly a long way from the likes of the Conan films in terms of production values and, well... everything, really, it's also not quite inept enough to be funny. Don't get me wrong, the scale of incompetence runs pretty high considering it's the fourth instalment in a series, but when it comes to the crunch Rick Hill goes and ruins everything by turning in an inappropriately decent performance. Maria Ford's worth looking at, too. Not worth watching, mind you, but definitely worth looking at. There's a difference.

Still, the 'special' 'effects' are well down to standard for the genre, as are the 'plot', 'dialogue' and 'continuity'. And I can only speculate that the 'fight scenes' were choreographed by a couple of arthritic, wheelchair-bound 85-year-olds drunk on gin, which is great for a film entirely based around a hand-to-hand combat tournament. So it's not all bad, then.

First, the good news. Seeing DS-4 in absolutely no way obscured any memories of Sexo por Compassion, with - among others - Mariola Fuentes, which I saw a few days ago. That's an extremely fun "expressionist" film, and Charlie Chaplin could have learned a lot had he had the opportunity to understudy Mariola.

Now, just some of the bad news...

Very early on, DS-4 caused me to recall Animal House. The thing looks as though produced by the Alphas! Of course the Deltas wouldn't have touched it with a 40-foot spear. Our medieval personages are clean-shaven and wearing costumes fresh off some drycleaner's rack. I found myself smelling imaginary cologne, their faces were so fresh and clean.

I also found myself comparing this to the Rocky Horror Show - not the appallingly ghastly and imbecilic piece of suburban banality on film, but to what I experienced in a decaying downtown theater in New York back around 1970. Well... DS-4 has no feel for the jaded, or for the erotic, or for the decadent, and certainly not for the "arty". High-school cheerleaders jumping in their broadknit sweaters and skirts and saddleshoes and pom-poms are sexier - and for any readers of this who retort, "Yeah? You haven't see OUR cheerleaders," just let me tell you, "Yeah, well you don't wanna see these turkeys in DS-4!"

Okay, okay. The lead actor has an aging head - with hair teased and blow-dried to compensate for a surplus of scalp - that reminded me of poor Jimmy Stewart in his final years - attached to a huge, greased plastic body with invisible nipples and no hair. In fact, one could wonder if with all the steroids pumping him up, if he can still get anything other than his sword up.

There seem to have been no grips on this set, as the sound is mostly dubbed, but occasionally live, in which latter case it's uneven and scarcely audible. I believe I even could have composed better music. Even silence would have been better than the incoherent junk someone pawed on a synthesizer - though the thought did strike me that it would have been better with Mozart's Requiem for background music - that is, if their editors could have handled another track. The leading woman, a sad case with her teased bleach-blond hair and generally sexless figure, might better have played the scarecrow in an off-off-off Broadway Wizard of Ozz - though on those stages there's often an absence of type-casting. Come on, even flat women can be erotic - but not her. If only they'd all read a little Robert Crumb beforehand, maybe that would have helped, if any of them still has any capacity for hormone flow.

Early on, the thought struck me that if we are at a party, I'd have never asked that leading lady to dance - but soon I suspected she probably couldn't dance anyway - as it is, she can hardly talk convincingly. The film refuses to make fun of itself - indeed, it's so bad, the simple concepts of "fun" and "self" would confound that effort. Besides, the "actors" aren't capable of it - I don't believe they could even play a McDonald's cashier well enough to sell a burger - which is maybe why they allowed themselves to be bullied into permitting their names to be associated with this thing. "The Loved One" with old Jonathon Winters and Robert Morley can make fun of death, but there's no making fun of Deathstalker - no more than of a wet pile of horsehair.

I won't go on. Look. I actually really enjoyed DS-2. It was on that basis that I excitedly shelled out five big ones in a flea market and bought DS-4. But the two bare virtually zero relationship to each other. Believe it or not, I'm a DS-2 liker. Not as much so perhaps as with "Cielo Abierto" or "Sexo por Compassion" with Mariola Fuentes, but it amused me.

DS-4 is static, sterile, impotent. Gosh, even zombie victims staggering off the original set of "Invasion of the Bodysnatchers" could have done better. Whew! Gimme a break!

Wait...there are four Deathstalkers, if they keep this up they can have their own convention!!

Its better than part 3 and that's the only redeeming feature about this....feature.

You would see better action watching Beaches.

This is clearly the best of the Deathstalker series, much better than the first three. Rick Hill (Deathstalker 1) is back, this time with more filled out masculine features and physique. He and Dionara (Maria Ford), after generally being involved in medieval combat against the bad guys at the beginning, go to a tournament hosted by the evil Queen Kana (Michelle Moffett). Sort of like "Enter the Dragon" except swords onstead of martial arts, and both men and women. It then becomes evident that the Queen has further motives than sadistically watching people die in slaughtering each other, that is, specifically to get rid of enemies present at the tournament and get a hold of Deathstalker's magical sword. Deathstalker and Dionara, with the help of a sidekick they persuade, seek to foil the queen.

There is lots of wild action, outdoors and indoors, some banquets and orgies and nudity, and the queen even has some erotic moments with Deathstalker and the sidekick. Dionara has a water hole fight with her lead rival before a climactic swordfight. But Rick and Maria make a great pair of protagonists, the best Deathstalker romantic pair. If you are into this genre, see it.

The best thing about this entry to the DS series is that Rick Hill is back! He IS Deathstalker (well, I haven't even bothered watching II and III, it just wouldn't be the same). And you've gotta love the sense of humor it has. You can laugh WITH it, not AT it (okay, you can laugh at it too, but you know what I mean). I usually hate sequels, but I like this entry the best. Yeah, as these films go, it's lacking in the female frontal nudity department, but as a woman, seeing Rick and his buddies in their gladiator garb works for me. If you saw the first film, it's worth checking out.

Hero Deathstalker teams up with beautiful female warrior to free a city from an evil Queen ruler.

The last installment of the Deathstalker tetralogy, opening with some great music from Simo Lazaro, along with a recap of the original Deathstalker and voice over narration from Maria Ford, Howard R. Cohen's Deathstalker IV: Match of Titans quickly dives into the realm of filmmaking dungeons.

Then subpar recycled music kicks in along with other short cut savings, reused footage from other Roger Corman produced productions including The Barbarian Queen (1985) complete with shoddy editing and sound design. The low budget sword and sorcery affair crams in clunky sword fights, self-parody machismo, gladiator action, gratuitous nudity, lion-men and warriors turned into stone-soldiers (disappointedly just grey makeup). Don't expect Ator: Fighting Eagle (1982) or anything resembling Conan the Barbarian (1982), even The Sword and the Sorcerer (1982).

Debatably it's more fun than the mid-nineties TV shows that it paved the way, including the abundance of Hercules, Young Hercules and Xena: Warrior Princess episodes. There's plenty to like, there's well dressed sets, Cohen's productions does benefit from quality costumes and real locations. It's also great to have the original Deathstalker actor Rick Hill reprise his role after being missing from the tongue-in-cheek Deathstalker II: Duel of the Titans (1987) toned down comedy of Deathstalker III: The Warriors from Hell (1988). None of the films deliver on the fantastical poster art work and this instalment is no different.

Nobody is looking for an Oscar and know what their making, but to the cast's credit they play it straight. Hill delivers some fancy sword and footwork. Maria Ford is pretty impressive with a sword and does a adequate job with Cohen's basic script. Fords narration pops up jarringly now and again for exposition. Michelle Moffett's villain sorceress Kana takes her top off as the script dictates. Like Ford, Moffett does well giving the dodgy script, even going as far to give some credence to the shenanigans. Memorable is Bulgarian actoress Anya Pencheva as Janeris who has plenty of screen presence but is sorely underused. Djoko Rosi outacts everyone as Highlander Kurgan sounding Rakshia.

Overall, there's an interesting story hiding beneath Cohen's laughable low budget offering, while it lacks the scope and execution of the Italian swords and sorcery, it's a lot more fun than it should be.

This movie is one of those that really, really needed to have either a) an extended scene of a naked woman or b) a naked woman in a dungeon being put to the question by an evil wizard. Heck, make it two extended scenes and two wizards. As it is, we get one topless female changing clothes and a whole lot of missed opportunities to show naked women. That's it.

This is the the last of the "Deathstalker" series movies (so far). If someone out there wants to do a fifth one, I suggest you call Lana Clarkson back on the set, throw her in a dungeon, and get her topless on a rack with a couple of wizards looking on. Heck, get Brinke Stevens in there, too. She showed the world that she can squirm with the best of 'em in "Slave Girls From Beyond Infinity". Maybe film it in Russia to save cash and use that money to hire an ensemble of sword-toting women and throw them in the dungeon, too. And at the end of the movie Rick Hill can come along and free them all. Or even better, Rick Hill can get thrown in the dungeon and everyone can get bumped off and finally end a series that should've ended after the first movie.

Now that'd be something much more interesting than "Deathstalker II", "DS III", and "DS IV".

Lana, where are you when we need you?

This is a great film. Here are some highlights:

The film has scenes directly recycled from DEATHSTALKER I as well as BARBARIAN QUEEN, but portrayed as if they were brand-new scenes.

Unlike Deathstalker I, there are no pig-men, but there are lion-men and wolf-men and -women, who seem to be recurring villains in the film. Like the first film, the protagonist is played by Rick Hill, which is fun to see his deadpan-delivered lines. His female sidekick/love interest is Dionara (Maria Ford). The duo basically make their way to another tournament, which evil Queen Kana is holding for the warriors in the whole kingdom.

At one point, Deathstalker meets a Tommy Wiseau-look alike who does 50 pushups. Named Vaniat (Brett Baxter Clark), he sort of follows Hill and Ford to the tournament. We later learn that Vaniat is the first no-fapper (which I didn't know existed in 1991): he tells Deathstalker that sleeping with women saps one's vital energy; hee also eats a whole pig and likes cardio. He was basically a crossfitter before cross fit existed. To add to the greatness, this character's non-exposure to women becomes a hilarious plot point later on in the film.

We also get to see the early '90s fascination with lesbian-esque women clad in leather, one of whom has a buzzcut and befriends the main girl Dionara. One of the secondary villains whom we meet midway into the film is a lesbian, who basically forces herself on a younger girl after killing her female guardian.

The music sounds as if the composer was having a seizure on the keyboard.

With so much greatness, DEATHSTALKER IV is a much-watch!

You would think that a movie that features a former 'Penthouse Magazine' model would be a bit better than this snoozer flick. The fourth (and perhaps last) of the 'Deathstalker' series movies is probably the most ambitious but second-most miserable failure of them all (though 'Deathstalker 2' was even worse).

It's the usual plot - adventuring hero teams up with beautiful female warrior and frees a city from an evil ruler. So what do you get in between the covers? Well, some good opportunities for Maria Ford to show her 'talents' are wasted for one thing. I would think that if her character was in love with Deathstalker, that there would be at least one scene with intimacy. She also has the ability to keep her clothes on in a fight. Also, every castle has a dungeon, yet we never see anybody being tortured (or even half-dressed). So what's the point of having a dungeon in the first place? And worse than that, with all of the swords being swung about, the gore is a bit slight.

If there's going to be a 'Deathstalker 5', the producers would be wise to give us what we expect in a 'B'-level movie: skin, a couple of torture scenes, and blood.