An absurd and achingly of its time American martial arts action movie set in Miami and featuring the members of the band 'Dragon Sound' on their quest to rid the Floridan city of its thugs and biker-ninjas.
You're probably making a few assumptions about what this movie is like now, huh? Well to be honest, you're pretty much right, but I liked it anyway.
The guy who wrote and directed it also played the lead, and apparently had to sell off a bunch of his tae-kwon-do places after the movie bombed on his own money. Ah well, at least it's picking up some speed in a niche "remember the 80's" sort of a way now.
The writing is terrible, the acting is impressively terrible, and the plot is pretty much as silly as a plot can be without trying to be. Twice the film actually just turns into a 'Top of the Pops' episode as we watch the band literally just perform a whole four minute song. It would be a total flop, if it wasn't for the damned enthusiasm that these lousy actors positively exude throughout. They are so obviously having fun, and putting their all into every scene, that I couldn't help but cheer them on as they beat up biker ninjas or whatever dumb thing it was that they were doing. It's all so quaint and fun that it feels like something modern made to be 80s - but it's not! That's why I like it - that and the laughs one has at the movie and how dumb the whole thing is.
I feel like the poster deserves its own paragraph: what the fuck?! I mean, I guess his face kinda looks like that but... Seriously? Why is his skin as folded as the creases in a fashionable dog, or his jacket? Why is there simultaniously a smaller version of himself near his crotch air-kicking a guy firing a sub-machine gun? Talking of his crotch, why do his jeans go so high up? Why are his arms so short - is that... is that meant to be forced perspective? And why, oh, WHY is that dumb scene with a guy taking a letter out of a mail box IN THE POSTER?!
Ok done - if that poster doesn't make you want to watch this bastard nothing will.
The guy who wrote and directed it also played the lead, and apparently had to sell off a bunch of his tae-kwon-do places after the movie bombed on his own money. Ah well, at least it's picking up some speed in a niche "remember the 80's" sort of a way now.
The writing is terrible, the acting is impressively terrible, and the plot is pretty much as silly as a plot can be without trying to be. Twice the film actually just turns into a 'Top of the Pops' episode as we watch the band literally just perform a whole four minute song. It would be a total flop, if it wasn't for the damned enthusiasm that these lousy actors positively exude throughout. They are so obviously having fun, and putting their all into every scene, that I couldn't help but cheer them on as they beat up biker ninjas or whatever dumb thing it was that they were doing. It's all so quaint and fun that it feels like something modern made to be 80s - but it's not! That's why I like it - that and the laughs one has at the movie and how dumb the whole thing is.
I feel like the poster deserves its own paragraph: what the fuck?! I mean, I guess his face kinda looks like that but... Seriously? Why is his skin as folded as the creases in a fashionable dog, or his jacket? Why is there simultaniously a smaller version of himself near his crotch air-kicking a guy firing a sub-machine gun? Talking of his crotch, why do his jeans go so high up? Why are his arms so short - is that... is that meant to be forced perspective? And why, oh, WHY is that dumb scene with a guy taking a letter out of a mail box IN THE POSTER?!
Ok done - if that poster doesn't make you want to watch this bastard nothing will.
Miami Connection: 36.3