Low-budget campy classic of the Muscles ‘n’ Mullets genre that was all the rage in the 80s after Stallone drew First Blood. We got another one-man-army here.
His likes: Guns, knives, grenades and cut-off denim shorts.
His dislikes: Getting kidnapped, shirts.
This is the one about the for-profit mercenary group run by some jerk who thinks that simulated war games are for wimps and prefers to train his men by having them hunt real live targets in the woods. So, he sends his best guys out to cruise Los Angeles neighborhoods in a window-less creep van and find people who look like they might be fun to kill. From there, they stop and pretend to ask for directions while one of them sneaks up behind the mark and conks him on the head.
Usually they get pushovers, but this time they get Ted Prior (bodybuilder, real life Playgirl centerfold and brother of director David A. Prior), who just happens to be a Rambo-like world class strategic combat expert, highly skilled in throat-slitting, rocket launcher-firing, revenge-getting and carving pieces of wood into little spikes. Next thing you know, he’s killing off amateur soldiers of fortune (endless dozens and dozens of them) like me killing a bag of peanut M&M’s.
No, this film doesn’t have a brain in its head, but I must give it credit for being lively as hell. This thing zips. It gets right down to business, with no slow moments or talky scenes or pauses for exposition or anything that feels like a speed bump on your way to the good stuff. It seems like five minutes don’t go by without a few fresh corpses piled up. The climax brings some genuine surprises and the whole film is earnestly built to entertain. It rots your mind pretty good.