After he refuses to throw a game for some drug lords, football star Buddy Harris (Tom Campitelli) is murdered alongside his mother and younger brother. This doesn't sit well with eldest son Clete Harris (Wings Hauser), a loose cannon Government agent cooling his heels in Honduras. When he gets word, he flies back to the US to bury his family and anyone who was involved with it. Unconvinced with the sheriff's suspect, Clete uses his contacts in Government to find out this was the work of Manuel (Branscombe Richmond), who is working for drug kingpin in Bolivia. So Clete teams with weapons expert Randy aka Popeye (Robert Tessier) and heads to South America to get his revenge.
Hauser always has a great screen presence and the film's in which he had a bit more creative control (he co-wrote here with his then wife Nancy Locke) always feature some little eccentric bits. This is full of them from throw away lines by Wings to a drunken parking lot fling with a floozy (Locke) to Tessier being cast as a good guy who is also a doting single father whose military obsessed son leads a squadron of geese. The action is good and appropriately over-the-top (a van explodes after a cement truck hits its open back door). Director Ronnie Rondell has done tons of stunt-work, but this is the only feature he directed. The film isn't going to change anything it the landscape of cinema, but it is an enjoyable 90 minute B-movie. Oh, there is also a scenery chewing performance of epic proportions by Native American actor Richmond, mostly known for his work on TV's RENEGADE. His interpretation of a South American drug dealer is hilarious, sounding like Cheech Marin at times. It is the kind of performance that would have Al Pacino from SCARFACE say, "Chew gotta be fookin kiddin me, mang!"
Hauser always has a great screen presence and the film's in which he had a bit more creative control (he co-wrote here with his then wife Nancy Locke) always feature some little eccentric bits. This is full of them from throw away lines by Wings to a drunken parking lot fling with a floozy (Locke) to Tessier being cast as a good guy who is also a doting single father whose military obsessed son leads a squadron of geese. The action is good and appropriately over-the-top (a van explodes after a cement truck hits its open back door). Director Ronnie Rondell has done tons of stunt-work, but this is the only feature he directed. The film isn't going to change anything it the landscape of cinema, but it is an enjoyable 90 minute B-movie. Oh, there is also a scenery chewing performance of epic proportions by Native American actor Richmond, mostly known for his work on TV's RENEGADE. His interpretation of a South American drug dealer is hilarious, sounding like Cheech Marin at times. It is the kind of performance that would have Al Pacino from SCARFACE say, "Chew gotta be fookin kiddin me, mang!"