I was somewhat floored by this dread ridden slice of Namsploitation. Here i am expecting some tromatastic Taxi Driver clone and what i got was a surprise sense of substance with Combat Shock. This is the textbook definition of "grunge art". Along with "Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia", here's a film choking itself with so much nihilism, it creates a tone of hopelessness so constant and relentless, you are enticed nonetheless.
The production values are piss poor and could not be more fitting. Non actors, tone deaf mood synth and low, even for troma standard of cinematography all combine to immerse you into one mans constant nightmare existence.
Arrow Films is possibly one of the greatest labels around, knowing their target audience like they were family and have treated this release perfectly in keeping with the tone of the product, simple, yet respectable. Both primary versions (Director's cut and original Troma release) are here as well as a few little extras for, God forbid, fans of this eye drying scrapbook of sorrow.
I cannot recommend this film on any level of entertainment or conventional basis of merit. It's just an experience so devoted to its depression, it comes off as potent, even moving.
Still, for die hard celluloid cynics only.