The story behind the creation of the film “Dangerous Men” follows an Iranian filmmaker who moved to the U.S. to film his dream movie. He spent 26 years completing it. Then, he toweled through independent cinemas in LA trying to find an audience, only to have it end up an official Alamo Drafthouse film after his death. This history is significantly more interesting, important and worthwhile than the actual film.
“Dangerous Men” is terrible in every regard; it doesn’t have a single redeeming quality.
“Dangerous Men,” directed by John S. Rad, is, at first, about a romantic day at the beach between two lovers, Mira (Melody Wiggins) and Daniel (Kelay Miller). It becomes violent after they are ambushed by a pair of bikers who kill Daniel and attempt to rape Mira. Filled with rage after her fiancé‘s murder, Mira goes on a killing spree against any man who has ever sought sex, either by force or by financial coercion, from a woman. Simultaneously, Daniel’s brother, LAPD officer David (Michael Gradilone), searches for the killer and ends up going after the leader of the biker gang and crime lord named Black Pepper.
The plot may seem straight forward, but the film portrays it completely incoherently and about halfway through Mira’s storyline is dropped altogether in order to focus on David’s search for his brother’s killer. On top of that, the acting isn’t believable, the soundtrack is distracting, and the editing is poor. All of these flaws combined just make this film difficult to sit through.
I’m also not sure what kind of message the film is trying to give about rape. This film takes up the classic rape-revenge-exploitation narrative by having Mira become a serial killer of men very a la Monster. She is a very busy gal, considering almost every single man attempts to rape every woman they lay their eyes on. While the prominent rapists are humiliated and some taken into custody for crimes apart from rape, rape isn’t directly addressed outside Mira’s revenge plot. Also the film hypersexualizes women’s bodies to an excessive extent, making it impossible to argue that the film is trying to be empowering or send a positive message to women.
This film is receiving love from film buffs and nerds alike because it’s a disgustingly insane movie. The only viable future this film can have is as a cult film for people who love watching terrible and violent cinema. Is it “so bad that it’s good” enough for it to become a cult film? Not for me. I call it just plain unwatchable.