Fred Williamson stars in this tedious blaxploitation flick as Jefferson Bolt, certified bad ass. When we first meet Bolt he’s practicing kung fu in a
Bolt is sort of like a half assed blaxploitation version of James Bond, but he is too clumsily written to make much of an impression and his catchphrase “Charming!” is kinda weak. At 103 minutes, the film is way too long for it’s own good. The set-up is longwinded, the pacing is awfully sluggish, and the plot endlessly goes around in circles, which can make things tough going at times. The
I'll pretty much watch Williamson in anything, but even I have to admit, this movie sucked nuts. Williamson’s considerable charisma helps out when things are particularly languid, although at times he seems like a supporting character in his own movie.
Naturally, Williams gets all the best lines like: “He poked me in the mouth with a .38. He said he’d make me eat it. I wasn’t hungry”, and “I’m gong to destroy that bastard!”