Many a lonely afternoon was spent watching Sergio Corbucci's idiotic buddy cop flick Super Fuzz (aka Super Snooper) during its mid-'80s run on HBO. To this very day, the theme song remains lodged in my cinema-addled brain; in fact, I could probably sing the entire thing for you right now if you'd like. How impossibly sad is that?

If you said you'd never heard of this forgotten Italian gem, I wouldn't be that surprised. Unless you were one of the few individuals who had cable during its adolescent years, chances are this one passed you by. No, only those sad, pathetic individuals with no friends and nothing to do remember Terrence Hill's turn as the iconic David Speed, a man who gains some pretty nifty powers after being exposed to the radioactive fall-out from a nuclear test rocket launched by our own lovely US government.

Words simply cannot convey how truly and deeply I loved this movie as a child, and I'm happy to say that I still enjoy it as much today as I did all those years ago. Does this mean the film has aged well, or has my taste in cinema simply stopped growing? The world may never know.

As stated, lovable beat cop David Speed is granted a bevy of incredibly spiffy super powers thanks to a little harmless exposure to deadly radiation. Ah, the '80s. And while he can catch bullets in his teeth with little damage to his crowns and can easily predict the appearance of urban pachyderms, nobody really believes that this goofy bastard has these wonderfully bizarre abilities. Even when he survives a multi-story fall from a window and escapes from a full body cast after breaking every bone in his body, those around him absolutely refuse to acknowledge his gift.

To be fair, whenever he attempts to demonstrate the aforementioned powers to any of his close, personal friends, he always encounters the color red, which is essentially his version of Superman's kryptonite. After coming to terms with his affliction, David wanders around town fighting crime and demonstrating his new-found abilities to anyone who happens to stumble into the scene. And it never gets old. Never.

However, there is something that resembles a story draped casually across this zany concept, though it's not nearly as cool as the gimmick that essentially carries the movie. You see, some mob boss named Mr. Torpedo is counterfeiting one-dollar bills and transporting this wonky currency inside shipments of frozen fish. Speed decides to investigate, gets his partner in trouble, is ultimately blamed for his murder, and is forced to clear his name. That's the flick in a nutshell.

It's nice that they attempted to throw a plot in there somewhere, but I would have been just as happy watching David ramble around town, using his powers to capture burglars and what-not. What can I say? In this manly (cough) chest beats the heart of a seven year-old boy, one that still smiles a crooked smile whenever my mind wanders to this gloriously stupid motion picture. Simplicity can get you pretty far with me, in case you haven't noticed.