This multi-layered, many-textured exploration of the inner determinants of phychological motivation can be a watershed experience in your life, if you have the requisite desire and an open mind. A stunning love story is woven within the ever-varied fabric of an adventure tale, a horror story, a medical drama and a sophisticated comic farce. Dan and Alison want nothing more than to move on with their life together, buying a small ranch near Navasota and raising mohair goats, but fate cruelly intervenes with an unstoppable psycho-monster created by scientist Ron Silver in this, the greatest movie role of his entire life. Fortunately, we are occasionally rescued from drowning in tears by the remarkably deft and cerebral comedy of Stephen Furst, in one of his glittering early silver screen outings. The true star of this movie, though, is the plot. The producers, the crew, the actors, all knew they were working with an irreplaceable treasure of a plot, solid gold in story form, and their devotion, their energy, yes, their LOVE is evident in every frame. This is one of those magic films of which you will never tire, no matter how many times you see it and see it again -- it is the 1980s version of that incomparable 1943 classic, "We've Never Been Licked," starring Robert Mitchum, which in turn was loved by an entire generation. The day after I saw Silent Rage, I bought some cowboy boots like Chuck Norris was wearing (didn't I TELL you this film changed my life?) but they were stolen a few weeks later -- still, I remember them to this very day. Do not miss Silent Rage. It will burn a permanent, enduring, lasting, persistent, turgid scar on the Mobius strip of your soul, with white light searing the ineffective sunglasses of your mind's eye while impetigo dances with the hair on your scalp. Thank you Chuck Norris, thank you Ron Silver, thank you Brian Libby. The world can never properly repay you for making a movie like this one.