If you are anywhere
on the Eastern Seaboard on Saturday, you must
make your way to Brooklyn’s Spectacle Theater to catch a super-rare,
midnight-only screening of lost exploitation freakshow Mr. No Legs (also known as The
Amazing Mr. No Legs—which is my preferred title).
Directed by Ricou
Browning, this 1979 sleazeploitation anti-classic is set in the
ugliest Tampa imaginable, and follows two grotesquely self-righteous police
detectives (one with the obligatory porn-stache) tracking dope dealers and
corrupt fellow cops, while trying to stay out of the clutches of unstoppable
mob enforcer, Mr. No Legs, a martial arts master with many a violent trick
hidden up his sleeves—and wheelchair.
Shotguns,
switchblades, ninja stars and his fists are No Legs’ weapons, and if he’s
outnumbered, there’s always a convenient swimming pool around to pull an
assailant into where this hitman doesn’t need his legs to kill you.
Like the poster says,
“Don’t cross him or he’ll cut you down to size!”
