Late Friday night, thirty miles north of Los Angeles, a fire started near the San Gabriel mountains. By Saturday morning, it had blanketed 11,000 acres with flame, and tinged the 8am sky a deeply bruised grey. Smoke and ash were everywhere, covering the mountains so thickly it looked like snow, falling on cars, settling into the ocean. Light poured blood orange through windows. Hundreds of people tweeted about end of days. Smoke, heat, air, and health warnings were released, one after the next, until I found myself sequestered in an air conditioned room with only one plan: To go see Ghostbusters.

I am not a diehard Ghostbusters fan, or a Trekky, or a Star Wars fanatic, or even an eighties movie buff, for that matter. I went to see Ghostbusters for the girl power, the upsurge of feminist sass via a cast of all-female leads, and sure, maybe a little bit for Chris Hemsworth. So while the fires raged a few valleys north, I sat doing what Americans do best: Mollifying an anxious mind with pop culture whilst shoving popcorn into my mouth and ignoring the (literal and figurative) houses on fire nearby.

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I turned away from the books to find my desk partner Nathan smiling at me, “Hi.”

“It’s a little late to be out at the library isn’t it?”

“I could say the same to you. What are you doing here?” I asked. I turned back to the shelf and frowned. Nothing was catching my attention. I think at this point I was better off renting a shitty eighties sci fi movie.

“I was looking for a book for someone. You?”

I sighed, “I have intense writer’s block and I usually come here to find inspiration but today I haven’t found anything. Either all the good books have been rented out or our library isn’t as great as I thought it was.”

1986’s Tango and Cash, starring Sylvester Stallone and Kurt Russell, is an excellent film. If Cobra is the film that Stallone wanted Beverly Hills Cop to be, Tango and Cash is the film I wanted Cobra to be.

It’s a comedy-action-cop-buddy-movie type thing, with Stallone playing a super-smooth, Armani-wearing, do-it-by-the-book cop and Russell playing a down-and-dirty, doesn’t-play-by-the-rules cop. The rest of the script pretty much writes itself from this initial premise. They get framed for a crime they didn’t commit, get sent to prison, have a strangely out-of-place gratuitous shower scene, escape from prison, and go on a massive rampage ending in them taking the above shiny vehicle and getting in a shoot-out with some monster trucks. Movies these days don’t have enough monster trucks, but this one does. More than enough, even. Could probably have got by with rather fewer monster trucks. I’m not saying there are too many, but the third act feels a bit like the producers suddenly found a whole lot of unspent budget in the last week of filming and we like “Oh shit, we need to spend a whole pile of money, let’s blow up some monster trucks. A whole load of them.”

Actually I think what really happened was a whole lot of executive meddling. The film changed director halfway through, and then was brutally re-edited by a third guy. What you’re left with is wierd and disjointed, but hey, monster trucks! Kurt Russel! Comedy-cop-action-buddie-movie! It’s a bad film, but it would have to be a lot worse before I stopped liking it.

100 years ago, he was a legend. In our time, he’s a living hell! On October 18, MGM will make the Eighties ‘samurai trapped in modern times’ flick “Ghost Warrior” AKA “Swordkill” available as part of their Manufacturing On Demand service. Basically, you order the movie from Amazon, they burn the movie on a disc and send it to you. MGM has been releasing several obscure films in their catalog this way: http://www.cityonfire.com/ghost-warrior-aka-swordkill-dvd-mgm/