Never heard of this Patrick Swayze-headlining, post-apocalyptic re-feudal-futurisitc samurai gladiatorial western? Neither had we. In what would prove to be a prophetic bit of cinematic recussitation, we dug Steel Dawn up out of the bargain bin at a cut rate DVD store. Turns out, everything about Steel Dawn is bargain bin and/or cut rate. Just about the only part of Steel Dawn that isn't cut rate or bargain bin is The Swayze himself, gamely swirling around in a whirlpool of bad extensions and Vaseline-smeared lenses. (Steel Dawn was released the same year as Dirty Dancing, which might go a long way towards explaining why you missed it the first time 'round.)
Steel Dawn does boast one thing that sets it apart from every other Patrick Swayze-headlining, samurai-futuro-gladiatorial-feudal-western out there: the worst kissing scene ever committed to celluloid.