Someone swore to me that this thing was a comedy. It's not comedy; it's camp - and not funny camp, either. Prochnow is the leader of a gang of snuff filmmakers in Poland, and when the ex-wife of an American consul gets kidnapped by them, an American detective is brought in to help with the investigation. God knows why, unless all the Polish detectives were like the one we had to keep watching in this. The actor was a Gregg Proops wannabe, and somebody should have told him there was no way he could pull it off with that script AND that lack of talent, but never mind. He wasn't that big a problem all by himself. The big problem is that the whole key to a "buddy" movie is that the buddies need to have some chemistry with each other, and these two guys didn't. The entire concept appeared to have been an afterthought, in fact, and it was a thought that the four scriptwriters - count 'em, four, and it shows - should have kept to themselves.
Prochnow is a sadistic, murdering bastard who quotes scripture a lot. Nice role.
The whole movie is shot MTV-style with off-kilter, chaotic camera movements, glimpses of things you may or may not figure out later, and lighting that manages to be murky and eye-withering at the same time. I might have gone along with the idea that this technique is "cool" if the filmmakers had gotten a grip on the concept of "camp" before they tried using it. If you're gonna wrap a snuff-film theme in a package like that, you better be prepared to push the envelope. These guys didn't even lick it. GUNBLAST VODKA isn't outrageous, shocking, or even very interesting. I was bored 20 minutes into it, and later, during the most graphic murder, I had to go get an ice cream sundae to keep myself awake with through the rest of the scene.
Prochnow gets called a lot of colorful names in this, but otherwise there's not really anything in it, for fans of his or anyone else.