The Cannon Fodder: Menahem Golan and Yoram Globus

Menahem Golan’s death in Tel Aviv last August at the age of 85 was cause for mourning, but also nostalgia. For those who remember run-down movie palaces with enormous marquees, Golan and first cousin Yoram Globus ruled the 1970s and ’80s.

Their manically prolific and profitable filmography of explosion-laced, action-heavy escapades starred the likes of Charles Bronson (“Death Wish II”), Chuck Norris (“The Delta Force”) and even Sylvester Stallone (“Over the Top”). Even if those weren’t your kind of movies, you still kvelled at the brash and flashy Israelis who regularly beat the Americans (and Chinese and everyone else) at their own game.

“The Go-Go Boys: The Inside Story of Cannon Films,” Hilla Medalia’s diverting new documentary presents Golan and Globus’s careers as the perfect – and perfectly flawed –combination of movie-love and shoot-from-the-hip decision-making.

Dedicated to giving audiences full value for their entertainment dollar, Golan and Globus were genre filmmakers with no messages or morals to impart. As enthusiastic, run-and-gun producers operating under the banner Cannon Films, they financed dozens of internationally accessible and instantly forgettable flicks.

“The Go-Go Boys,” consequently, should be a nonstop hoot. What could be more fun than accompanying larger-than-life personalities making, essentially, drive-in movies on a fantasy-fulfilling journey from slo-mo Israel of the early 1960s to yachts and starlets at Cannes and sunbaked L.A. luxury?

Medalia tells Golan and Globus’s story chronologically, augmenting a vast array of film clips with interviews with the casually-dressed but battle-hardened protagonists and their various collaborators (Jon Voight and director Andrei Konchalovsky of “Runaway Train”) and admirers (Eli Roth, “Cabin Fever”).

However, the filmmaker, who enjoyed a big 2014 with the U.S. theatrical release of the bittersweet Arab-Israeli documentary “Dancing in Jaffa” and “Web Junkie,” aspires to more than vicarious pleasure and hollow hagiography.

She’s frustrated by her subjects, though. Happy to revisit the glory days, Globus and Golan become circumspect or outright chilly when Medalia presses them about their failures. Neither man wants to relive the painful episodes at this point in their lives.

Golan, for his part, directed 45 movies in 45 years, a feat of remarkable stamina, substantial creativity and minimal artistry. So, at the end of the day, what is Golan and Globus’ place in film history?

Here’s where an outside expert, like a film critic or historian, could contribute an objective perspective. But Medalia, with one or two exceptions, has chosen to limit herself to people who knew and worked with the Cannon chiefs.

She’d like us simply to celebrate Globus and Golan’s unquenchable enthusiasm for making movies and projecting them on big screens to eager viewers. Fair enough, but for all the bucks and laughs and tears, we sense that the competitive duo mourned never breaking into Hollywood’s inner circle.

That would be the winner’s circle of Oscar recipients, the ultimate measure of achievement and stamp of respect. Even if it was unrealistic and unspoken, Golan and Globus failed in their goal. It’s not what you’d call a happy ending, but there it is.