KALIFORNIA meets 12 MONKEYS, with the time-hopping condom tube replaced with a microwave platform that is situated in the middle of a Texan Large Hadron Collider knock-off. The mechanics of time travel make no sense at all, but this film has more than enough Hiroshima-sized explosions, glass pane bursts, and John Woo bullet ballet sequences to make up for it. Incredibly entertaining.
Thanks to the complete incompetence of Warner Bros. studios, which has apparently lost paperwork pertaining to the compensation that the cast was entitled to receive, this film exists in legal limbo and cannot be screened. It has not been shown in celluloid since 1989, shortly after the death of filmmaker Bill Gunn. One of the first three studio films to be directed by a black filmmaker (the others are Gordon Parks' The Learning Tree and Ossie Davis' Cotton Comes to Harlem), it never received a full-scale commercial release. I hope someone eventually documents this production in detail.