It's hard to figure out which scene elicits the moost laughter in this post-apocalyptic stinker: Lynn-Holly Johnson (cutsey, blonde former figure skater) fighting with a sword; Lynn-Holly Johnson cracking peoples' necks; Lynn-Holly Johnson firing from a Bradley Fighting Vehicle; Lynn-Holly Johnson attempting to act; etc, etc... Lynn-Holly Johnson looks moore like a Valley Girl shopping for over-priced shoes in some pretentious Rodeo Drive boudoir, instead of vicious amazon firing m-16As. She is one of the least cowvincing actresses the MooCow has seen in many mooons. She's part of an all-female band of fighters who each have a special "gift", none of which seems to be acting. They beat the stuffing out of a faceless group of chauvanistic, bone-headed men. As fer the rest of The Sisterhood, the least said the better - it is set in one of those cowfusing Midieval/Post-Apocalyptic wastlands, part Mad Max, part Hercules, where people fight with swords and rocket launchers, and no one know quite sure why they're fighting at all. The shields and armor are plastic, the swords aluminum, the "costumes" include shoulder pads, fatigues, and bits and pieces left over from a Xena get-up. The fight scenes are stagy and poorly timed. Lynn-Holly Johnson can talk to birds and horses, who are probably telling her that she stinks as an actress. This cow says ignore the Boris Vallejo-inspired video box and drop The Sisterhood like a hot cow flop! :=8P