Guest Review > Battles Super Police & S.W.A.T. Police Super City Hero

The following is a guest review by Monte Williams.

I recently joked with my wife that I am thirty-three years old, and I am finally set to have my first grown-up Christmas. Turns out I was mistaken…

I have lived and worked for eighteen months now in Asmara, the capital city of Eritrea, in the Horn of Africa. Last year, Poe Ghostal’s Points of Articulation hosted my unique if cheerfully irrelevant review of a pair of African tribal dolls we purchased here in Asmara for our daughter. While I’ve no doubt that you’re all chomping at the bit for analysis of the rest of the dolls in the series, I must regretfully confess that I have not purchased any of the remaining dolls. Sadder still, I have purchased no new G.I. Joe toys! As you can probably imagine, the Pursuit of Cobra photos at Generals Joes and Chase Variant haunt me, but I’ll have to wait until we visit the States next summer and hope that the prices on eBay for Spirit and Recondo won’t be too astronomical by that time.

In the meantime, life here in Asmara is a humble affair. There are no shopping malls, no familiar restaurants, none of the comforts and trappings of life in the West. (Before you go feeling sorry for me or thinking I’m selfless and heroic, you should know that we live like royalty here. We have a cook, a maid, and a gardener, none of which we could afford on our teacher salaries in the States). But obviously, for me, the hardest part of life in Asmara is the complete lack of G.I. Joe toys.

Enter Maitea, my six-year-old daughter.

The few toy shops here in Asmara carry nothing but comically low-quality bootleg items imported at great expense from the Arabian Peninsula. You can buy Hot Wheels knockoffs and the occasional plush figure or the saddest excuse for a Barbie you’ve ever seen in your life, but the prices are staggeringly steep for what you get.

But as my daughter discovered while shopping for Christmas presents for her dad, you can also buy bootleg army guy figures in Asmara. She surprised me with two sets on Christmas Eve, each set containing a pair of figures and a scattering of accessories. The dudes in green fatigues are part of a series—if you can call it that—called Battles Super Police. The guys in black garb, whom I think of as the villains in my burgeoning bootleg toy universe, are from a series called S.W.A.T. Police Super City Hero. The packaging for each set consists of a cheap plastic bag stapled to a colorful cardboard banner. Each figure has crude swivel joints at the shoulder and neck. The army guys have an equally crude joint at each hip, which the bad guys lack—they make up for it, I suppose, with waist articulation.

These things are bastard ugly. They’re molded in plastic the color of their clothing, and the paint-apps on the barely legible face sculpts consist of a cursory swipe with a paint brush dipped in what Crayola used to call “flesh” before people complained. (Now it’s usually called “peach”.) One of the Battles Super Police dudes appears to have a burst eyeball, while another has green drool dribbling from his mouth. One of the S.W.A.T. Police Super City Hero fellas has a (literally) splitting headache—his left arm is split at the seam as well. I tried to place one of the machine guns in a figure’s hand and it broke in two. I posed him with one piece in each hand, and when I tried to remove one of the pieces from his hand, it broke again. The other accessories are comically undersized. The large grenade and nightstick are obviously designed for a child’s role playing, but the barbed wire fence and sandbags could be toys for these toys to play with. The gas can almost looks cool, but it is not only hollow, but one-sided!

My daughter is tactless as only a six-year-old can be, so not only did she leave the price tag on one of the sets of figures, she also told me, “It costed a ton of money!” And indeed it did, considering the quality of the toys in question. The total for one of the two sets—I assume the other set cost the same—was 150 nakfa, which translates to ten US dollars. Twenty bucks, then, for four junky toys that’d break in three minutes if a child subjected them to any true play.

We bought a new TV for our daughter for Christmas, because the one that came with our house couldn’t play DVDs in color. We also bought her some clothes and sunglasses, and we brought some Disney Princess dolls from the States and kept them hidden in a closet until Christmas. She’s delighted with all of it, but she was most excited to see me open my gift from her. Beaming with pride, she said, “See, Daddy? I got you G.I. Joes!”

These are clearly a far cry from G.I. Joes, and by whatever normal criteria one might use to judge a toy, these are the saddest bootleg rejects to ever grace my toy shelf.

I will of course cherish them forever.



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  • Aww… that was super sweet. As I was reading this I was like, "Uh oh, gift from his girl? He's gonna keep those forever!"

  • I have the same kind of feeling for a few of my knock-off stuff because my girlfriend gave it to me.

    We get the same kind of toys in our local stores in the Philippines, though some times they are a little better in quality. Recently picked up this up-scaled copy of the Legends Class Thrust Transformer. Very nicely done, but still expensive for a knock-off at $3 US.

  • As someone that's spent time just down the road from you (about 700 miles + and there is no road)in Central Kenya I know just how it feels to be cut-of from the "I can't find the figure I want" crowd back here at home.

    Christmas 3 years back was a trip to the Sarit Centre in Nairobi which along with the Village Market is about the only place in the country with Toy Stores that actually carry real Toys and not Sub-Continental bootlegs. A Shockwave Alternator ran to around $70 but so starved of TF goodness was I that I paid gladly and he's still front and centre on my TF shelf today back home with MP Grimlock and all the others.

    When I lived in Mombasa for 5 months shopping at the local Nakumatt (Kenya's version of Walmart) used to break my heart looking at the Toy Section stuffed full of the kind of knock-offs you've reviewed here and knowing that the mad prices meant that practically none of the local population would ever be able to buy them for their kids.

  • Haha so sweet,my nephew gave me a luchador wrestler bootleg,too bad it's not 339/1 epic.