Nightmaster (1987)
We open at night on the sort of industrial urban wasteland you always see in cheap action flicks, with a cheesy soundtrack featuring 1980s synth music of the variety made popular by Tangerine Dream and their ilk. People dressed as ninjas swing from the rafters and shoot each other with paint guns before one of them pulls their hood off to reveal Nicole Kidman, back when she was a redhead with curly hair. Yes! We’re dealing with a 1980s staple: the Australian teen movie.
Australian teen movies were great because they always involved a current fad or craze, like martial arts or skateboarding or BMX, which of course gave us the best Australian Teen Movie, BMX Bandits, which also starred Kidman. You had the added thrill of spotting future stars of Neighbours, Home and Away or other Aussie filler you can find on UK TV. They were usually blessed with the sort of plotting that even the smallest kid could follow and contained a very basic message: Drugs are bad! Kids rule! Crime is for suckers! Smuggling opals is not an appropriate career choice (see: Fire in the Stone)!
In the late 1960s and into the 1970s, the British Children’s Film Foundation also produced similar movies, although they were more like Enid Blyton’s Famous Five books, with small kids (including Phil Collins and the great Dennis Waterman) foiling criminals. And the world could use more movies like this because now all teen flicks are built around the message that ‘It’s the person inside that counts’. And that, in and of itself, is a fine message, all about the personal development, but without the kiddie crime flick, how will children learn that drugs and crime are bad?
Anyway, it soon becomes apparent that the paintballers are the top students of their school martial arts squad and that they’re playing a war game devised by their gym teacher, Steve Beck (Martin), a crazed ex-soldier. It’s not hard to join the dots from there about where the game is going to go. Someone is definitely going to die and we’re going to see a struggle for the soul of our supposed hero, Robby Mason (Jennings), who is blessed with the nickname ‘Karate Killer’, even though he’s not a killer and his martial arts style is more MMA-lite with a bit of artistic gymnastics than anything else.
We’re also clearly in some sort of militaristic dystopian near-future or an alternate present day, because the school has ominous security messages broadcast over the tannoy and everyone in the cast is dressed in black and white, except Miss Spane (Samuel), the one good teacher who isn’t hell-bent on death games. Miss Spane makes up for the lack of colour elsewhere by sporting all of your favourite 80s colours at once: she favours multiple layers of purple, turquoise and cerise at all times. Miss Spane is also, rather queasily, more than a little touchy-feely with young Robby, but the less said about that the better.
A lot of the early action (I use that term very loosely) takes place in a pub, again set in a derelict warehouse, where the house band play music appropriate to the tone of the interaction. At one point, the lead singer seems to be narrating a wordless exchange between two drug dealers and I hoped for a few brief moments that this would turn out to be a martial arts techno musical, but, sadly, it was not to be. I can only hope that someone will one day remake the Corey Haim-Patricia Arquette classic Prayer of the Rollerboys and make that dream a reality.
For an action movie, it’s all a bit dull. There’s the odd bit of invigorating kung-fu fighting, but not enough to please martial arts fans. Mostly, it’s just a bunch of people staring off into the middle distance in deep thought interspersed with some running about in pyjamas. Kidman’s already starting to show the potential which would burst through that same year in the Australian TV mini-series, Vietnam, but the others aren’t even of daytime TV acting standards.
I’m sure the occasional flashes of red—a bed cover here, a ribbon there—are meant to be important, but perhaps I’m reading too deeply into a movie which has low expectations and doesn’t even meet them.
Watch BMX Bandits instead.