If there’s a Mount Rushmore of so-bad-it’s-fun cinema, Godfrey Ho is etched into the granite with a katana. And his 1984 film Ninja Thunderbolt is one of his most gloriously incoherent offerings. Slashed together from various incomplete projects and a few scenes of stock footage, entire sequences are unwatchable, filmed in pitch blackness with ninjas flailing about in the dark. There is even a jarring detour into a ski resort chase, complete with abrupt costume changes and what may or may not be stock footage of a dance party. But I would be lying if I said I didn't have a good time watchin...