SOLD OUT: DANGEROUS MEN (1979/2005) – 26th January 2016, Wardrobe Theatre

From the studio that discovered Miami Connection and Roar comes an action film 26 years in the making… 

Dangerous Men



What is it with Iranian film-makers wanting to make American action films? If it’s not Amir Shervan with the likes of Samurai Cop and Killing American Style, then it’s John S. Rad (born John Yeghanehrad) with his magnus opus of killers, perverts, bikers and DANGEROUS MEN!

Like Samurai Cop, Dangerous Men is a terrifying insight into the mind of a film-maker who has a truly bizarre view of humanity. Still, you have to respect a man who took 26 years to finish his vision. Tragically, once he did, he died, but you can read one of the few interviews with him here.

When: 8.00pm, Tuesday 26th January

Location: The Wardrobe Theatre, 25 West Street, Old Market, Bristol, BS2 0DF

Tickets: £5 (OVER 18s ONLY – all profits going to Dev4X)


In 1979, Iranian filmmaker John S. Rad moved to the U.S. to shoot his dream project, a rampaging gutter epic of crime, revenge, cop sex and raw power. Just 26 years later, he completed an American action film masterpiece that the world is still barely ready for today: DANGEROUS MEN.

After Mina witnesses her fiancé’s brutal murder by beach thugs, she sets out on a venomous spree to eradicate all human trash from Los Angeles. Armed with a knife, a gun, and an undying rage, she murders her way through the masculine half of the city’s populace. A renegade cop is hot on her heels, a trail that also leads him to the subhuman criminal overlord known as Black Pepper.

It’s a pulse-pounding, heart-stopping, brain-devouring onslaught of ’80s thunder, ’90s lightning, and pure filmmaking daredevilry from another time and/or dimension. Blades flash, blood flows, bullets fly and synthesizers blare as the morgue overflows with the corpses of DANGEROUS MEN.


“A constant, terrifying reminder that God has built the universe wrong.” –

“As if our own present-day Ed Wood suddenly walked among us.” – L.A. Weekly

“Mind-boggling virtuoso WTF-ery.” – The Daily Beast