A story about assassinations, biochemical warfare, canned tuna, and... who the fuck knows.

Listen in as me and returning guest Richard, our resident specialist in Breenism, revisit the film that started it all for indie auteur wunderkind Neil Breen.

Written and directed by first-time filmmaker Neil Breen (Fateful Findings, I Am Here....Now, Pass Thru, Twisted Pair), Worst Movies Ever Made called the film "a real, honest-to-goodness chore to sit through," and Zeegrade Reviews doubled down themselves and said that Neil "[makes] Ed Wood look like Christopher Nolan." They aren't wrong. This movie is baaaaaaaaad.

It tells the story of a "brilliant" hacker/secret operative/ex-fighter pilot who lives in his car, eats only can tuna (when not spilling it on his lap), and controls much of the world's satellites and systems from a couple shitty laptops and a Dish Network receiver c-clamped to his trunk. The love of his life was killed and now he is taking revenge by terrorizing the Las Vegas strip while also saving the Las Vegas strip...? I don't fucking know. Watch it and if you figure it out email me. I'll send you a crisp $2 bill.

The film is exceptionally hard to find. You might see it pop up on YouTube occasionally or might find an out of print DVD. I'd normally say you should try to get it, but this one is pretty bad.