Raw Force begins innocently enough: the Love Boat pushes out from harbor heading for happier waters. But the captain of this motley tub is Cameron Mitchell, star of such millstones as Man Eater of Hydra, Viking Massacre, and Autopsy of a Ghost, so you know it's sailin' towards a murky grave. And go down it does after being raided by Dr. Speer's henchmen from the ever-menacing Warrior Island, legendary burial ground for disgraced martial artists. The survivors wash ashore on, of all places, the aforementioned island, where they uncover a grisly little secret: cannibalistic monks are devouring B-girls so they can raise the dead. Here's where the “raw force” comes in-it's that hi-test, hoodoo energy sucked from human flesh. This genre-obliterating film's got it all: Hitler lookalikes, bamboo cages, limb munching, zombie fu, decapitations, a piranha attack, nudie fu, and, as usual, the Burbank Karate Club. May the “force” be with you.