The films of writer/director/exploitation-meister Andy Sidaris would be almost FEMINIST if he didn’t love big boobs so much. They’d be a step forward for women as take-charge movie action heroes if that step wasn’t dwarfed by the two miles of ass and five miles of cleavage that Sidaris offers up in each film. They’d be landmarks in expanding the role of women in action movies if they didn’t linger on so many women in spandex. They’d be huge forces of change for women in action flicks if they didn’t offer up so many shots of women changing clothes and forcing tight tops over their huge breasts.
The men in Andy Sidaris’s cinematic world are uniformly idiots or just boring. Sidaris even works a running joke into several films in which a virile tough guy is comically inept with a gun. It’s the ladies who save the day.
So, this one has the girls (Sidaris regulars Dona Speir and Roberta Vasquez) chasing after a stolen nuclear bomb-launching device. Busty Budapest-bred beauty Ava Cadell appears as a radio DJ who prefers to host her show in a bikini, Cynthia Brimhall gets a musical number, and a lot of stuff blows up. You know the drill.
The main bad guy in this is Hawaiian crime kingpin Kane, who was played by little bald Asian Pat Morita in the previous film in the series, Do or Die. Here, Kane is played by some British Hugh Grant-lookin’ guy named R.J. Moore.