"What do we have with this film? We have the denouement in the downfall of the cinema as art. We have a picture that oozes contempt for its audience, for form as well as content, for the human tragedy that plagues us all, and the liberating comedy that grants us sweet relief. It seems hatched from a world where Strasberg never taught, Brando and Dean never acted, Godard never directed, Marilyn never sizzled, Elvis never rocked, and the blacklist never ended. It is cinematic arsenic disguised as lime soda. It is what happens when men with the wrong-sized equipment are allowed to commit creative congress before a paying audience. It is evil writ large - projected, no less - in every multiplex in America. It is not a threat to your physical well-being to see this film, but it may well be a death strike to your mental and moral constitutions. Protect your health."
"This Incredible Cinema: Review - Benji The Hunted" June 1987
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