Made-for-TV fare in league with hyper-stylised new wave Hollywood action, yet this is quite obviously the cheaper end of the market. The story is instantly forgettable stereotype trash about Castro's violent cronies sent on a mission to remove the arm of Cuba's top baseball star, destined to live the millionaire lifestyle for a US team. The disciples' seem to be the last line in justice, then, a young group of Miami-based law enforcers who's Sensai sends them on a protection exercise to guard the baseball star. But the main focus here is on style our heroes may act like Van Damme on a bad day but they don't half look good, sporting the latest bland trenchcoats and attractive leathers. The busy soundtrack and editing is certainly a headache, reducing any excitement in the tame fight sequences, and gangster rapper Ice-T's presence as a martial arts supremo, who used to play monopoly with none other than Bruce Lee? Hmm, I think not.
Review of The Disciples
