Martial Law (1991)

An LAPD man who happens to also be a Kung fu master works to bust a fancy-suit crime kingpin. At the same time, Officer Facekicker also works to reform his ne’er-do-well younger brother whom he doesn’t know is working for the kingpin.

And those are just a few of the many cliches that this low-budget cop thriller-with-bonus-spin-kicks has to offer. All it’s missing is a hot and heavy sex scene, which might be because the love interest here is international martial arts champion Cynthia Rothrock, who could beat up anyone else on the set. If Cynthia wants to keep her top on, it’s gonna stay on.

It’s one of the first films she made upon returning to the US after she spent most of the 80s working in Hong Kong. Lead roles were soon to follow for her in a ton of straight-to-video action flicks, but here she’s billed below Chad McQueen, best known as one of the Cobra Kai jerks from The Karate Kid. He’s our hero who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders in the mean streets of Los Angeles and Rothrock is his girlfriend, who also happens to be a cop and a Kung Fu master, too, albeit a really perky one.

The bad guy is David Carradine, who, you already know, I don’t even have to tell you, is another Kung Fu master. He even knows one of those super-special tricks for how to kill a person instantly with a one-handed blow to the chest. Unlike your more classy Kung Fu masters, who might use such a move on very rare occasions, dirtbag David Carradine uses it all the time on anyone who pisses him off. What a creepo!

This movie is nothing special, but it moves fast, has some clever moments with lots of wisecracks and delivers on everything promised by the VHS box.