a.k.a. Hell Train

Directed by Cirio H. Santiago

Cast: Jennifer Laine, Taafe O'Connell, Bernadette Williams

Caged Fury begins with a woman answering a telephone call in some undisclosed hotel room. Like The Manchurian Candidate, the voice on the other end delivers a subliminal word that triggers the brainwashed american woman into entering a political press conference, and detonating a bomb attached to her chest. It seems it was the work of the evil Gooks! Because next we meet a bunch of women of various nationalities, accused of being in cahoots with the CIA, being shuttled off to a Vietnamese mind control camp. The women are warned that the jungle is worse than the camp.

We soon learn that any attempt at escape results in being strung up by your hair, electro nipple shock, or having your volleyball shot! The plot focuses on a Canadian writer played by Bernadette Williams who falls in lust with a Vietnamese soldier, and makes a rather lack luster escape. After an all night love making session, the two fugitives oversleep, and wake up to the Viet Cong on the prowl. Using such innovative gunplay techniques as shooting from behind the protection of straw walls, and the old shoot and run from AK-47 fire with your back exposed to the enemy for long periods of time, her lover gets iced. It’s back to the camp for Bernadette. In a case of “what the hell is going on”, a sexy Vietnamese secret service agent is negotiating with the CIA to exchange the girls for a former General who is now leading a revolution in a sparse “Free Vietnam” set.

The girls (Now classified as POW’s?) are loaded onto a train headed for the exchange. When a Vietnamese speaking prisoner learns of the plans to ambush the CIA, and send the girls back to brainwashing school, the chicks attempt a breakout that results in all the women being repeatedly raped. After a snitch is uncovered, the girls attempt another escape, and hijack the train. It all turns into a lame MIA ending with three American helicopters taking on Vietnamese tanks in a Filipino location. The premise for this WIP flick had promise, but even with all the raping and constant shots of the leads big fake protrusions, this film takes a pot of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee to make it to the credits. Caged Fury is so technically inept that it becomes unbearable. You will find your eyes staring at the dust on your TV instead of the badly composed stagnant shots. It's amazing that this mess was directed by Filipino director Cirio H. Santiago who gave us such gems as Ebony, Ivory, and Jade and The Muthers. As a side note, low budget director Jim Wynorski (Polish Vampire in Burbank, Hard to Die) was the casting director. You can skip this Telefon (1977) wannabe.