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By DAVE LANDSBERGER

Published on August 05, 2009 at 3:00am

In 1974, a pinnacle of American cinema was released: the Charles Bronson vehicle Death Wish. Never had violence been so gratuitous, and never had so many bad guys died at the hands of one gun-toting, turtleneck-wearing, mustached man. The humor was inherently there, but the original filmmakers chose to pass over it. However, a group of Miami filmmakers headed by Aiden Dillard have created a tongue-in-cheek homage to the cookie-duster vigilante films: Death Print, premiering this Saturday at 8 p.m. at the Colony Theatre.

With a villain named “Arthur Basel,” this is a singularly local film. Add to that the anatomy-defying clothing of RubberDoll, tunes by Otto Von Schirach, roller-skating and synchronized swimming from the TM Sisters, an appearance by Ted Vernon (playing a somewhat fictional version of himself), and José El Rey’s flavor-saving instrument of justice, and you’ve got yourself a film that Miami can proudly place on top of its shoulder pads. After the show, head to Back Door Bamby at the Vagabond (30 NE 14th St., Miami) for complimentary admission to the afterparty. Turtlenecks not required.
Sat., Aug. 8, 8 p.m., 2009