After a senator suddenly dies after completing (and sealing) an investigation into the nuclear power industry, the remaining senator and the state governor must decide on a person who will ... See full summary »
After a senator suddenly dies after completing (and sealing) an investigation into the nuclear power industry, the remaining senator and the state governor must decide on a person who will play along with their shady deals and not cause any problems. They decide on Billy Jack, currently sitting in prison after being sent to jail at the end of his previous film, as they don't expect him to be capable of much, and they think he will attract young voters to the party. Billy is pardoned, released and nominated, after which he begins his duties. He soon notices that things aren't right, and starts trying to find out just what is going on. Written by
Jean-Marc Rocher <firstname.lastname@example.org>
I rented this thinking it was going to be another fun Billy Jack movie (i.e. strong on social message but inarticulate enough and just enough over the top to be a good camp experience). Shortly into watching this I realized I was watching a remake of Mr. Smith Goes To Washington and I immediately fell in line with the story's passion. Thankfully, this film knows where its passion lies, because it stayed clear of the romantic angle between Mr. Smith and his aide. It does throw in a scene for those who want to see BJ literally kick ass but that could have and should have been left on the cutting room floor. Obviously fans of kick ass movies are going to feel cheated that they rented a talky, socially conscious movie with only one fight scene. And fans of movies with a social conscience are going to cringe at a scene that looks like it was lifted from Mannix (BJ looks cool doing his fight stuff on the reservation, but against big city thugs? Uh ). The film does still work as camp for all of its 70s appeal. But it has another appeal that is sadly still relevant today. The media IS almost entirely owned by conglomerates, campaigns cost hundreds of millions of dollars, and there is now a brand of corruption that even BJ could never have foreseen: voting machines with no record of accountability. Democracy is definitely in its last vestiges. We do have CSPAN to record filibusters today, but we have no Mr. Smiths or Mr. Jacks with the ability to make it to the senate in the first place. One can however feel rejuvenated by the "We The People" message the film conveys and be glad that there are films like this and 'Mr. Smith' that have recorded these sentiments for posterity. The film is pretty hokey in its genre modus operandi, but its values make it an American classic.
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