"Do the words ďmediocre movieĒ strike terror in your heart?"
Ok, I guess itís natural for me to laugh whenever I see a crappy movie, but to be honest with you, I havenít laughed so hard after seeing this idiotic excuse for a martial arts movie. It shouldíve been marketed as a comedy instead; itís just that bad and just that laughable, and I donít mean it in a good way.The skinny: A kick boxer named BJ (John Barrett) gets busted for accidentally killing a fan after his arch-rival Denard (Brad Morris) confronted him in the dressing room and consequently testifying against him. Out of jail humbled and helped by his girlfriend and his friend fighter Chad Hunter (Keith Vitali), he prepares once more to regain his dignity by challenging Denard on the ring.
This film is laughable. The more you watch it, the more you realize itís a Rocky rip-off. Itís supposed to be set in the US of A yet it was filmed in South Africa, which explains the weird settings and laughable accents of all the people here. The scene where the fan gets killed is utter shite since thereís no suspense whatsoever and comes off as laughable as Lloyd Bridges jumping through a window of the control tower in Airplane. And what the hell was it with that reporter? That guy is always trying to give out smart-ass remarks, pissing people off left and right, and coming off like a complete Richard Pryor carbon-copy. When he gets punched out in the end, I couldnít help it, I laughed even more.
And letís not get too much into detail about most of the ďactorsĒ that are here in this movie since none of them canít act worth a damn, and much less fight. The fight sequences are pathetic, and itís even less believable due to the fact that the main guy John Barrett was like 54 fucking years old when he did this flick. For Barrett to try and pass off like he can still kick ass on the ring at that age is so totally ludicrous. Hell, not even George Foreman lasted that long for fuckís sake. Oh, and try not to laugh when he does that group training in the beach with some cheesy music accompanying; makes you wonder where did Billy Blanks got the idea for his Tae Bo shit. Brad Morris is also laughable and tries to show off his ďmartial artsĒ skills with atrocious results; In other words, HE CANíT FIGHT WORTH A DAMN! Hell, even I can kick his ass and Iím not even a martial artist.In the end, this film is to martial arts to what Milli Vanilli is to music. A completely deplorable, fake and worthless pile of shit, so bad itís just hilarious; hell, even Van Damme movies are better than this shit and Van Damme is crap for crying out loud. Avoid 0-5