Max Havoc (Mickey Hardt) is a kickboxer that killed his opponent in the ring, Ivan Drago style then swore off fighting to live the life of a sports photographer. He goes to
This movie must’ve been solely funded by the
The flick was directed by my pal Albert Pyun. And as Pyun-directed kickboxing movies go, it’s definitely not up to snuff with Kickboxer 2. Things started out OK enough but the kickboxing and Kung Fu become increasingly sporadic as the film lumbers on. It’s as if the Guam Board of Tourism stepped in and said “Mr. Pyun, if you put too much Kung Fu in the movie, no one will come to
Max Havoc also has more flashbacks than a deranged
The film does offer up lots of chicks in bikinis but tragically none of them get naked. There was this one scene where two girls started rubbing on each other, but just when you think there is going to be an outbreak of lesbianism, Pyun cuts away. Bummer.
While it’s fun seeing Roundtree and Carradine sleepwalking through their roles, I have to admit that Hardt is pretty terrible. He’s not too bad in the kickboxing department though. The annoying sisters on the other hand will drive you nuts. The scenes where they argue with each other are straight out of an episode of Sweet Valley High or something.
Online critics have made it a national pastime of making fun of Pyun, but he has a free lifetime pass from me because of The Sword and the Sorcerer. I’m sure Pyun did what he could with the nonexistent budget and shoddy script. Let me put it this way, I don’t think Martin Scorsese’s Max Havoc: Curse of the Dragon would’ve turned out much better. For some reason though, Isaac (the Undisputed sequels) Florentine was brought in for some of the fight sequences. I don’t know why exactly. He must’ve been a board member for the
Incredibly enough, a sequel followed.