There’s a lot to like about the full throttle, close quarter, carnage that accompanies the troubled mercenary Tyler Rake as he tries to save the kidnapped son of a drug lord. There’s not much in the way of plot, but what’s there is just the rails for the mayhem to speed along. There’s a ferocious car chase, done on streets doubling for Dhaka, that makes the one in The French Connection (1971) look like a go cart race. This sets the pace for the real action. Tyler moves like lightning, loves the double tap, and the multi stab. Meaning the body count is off the chart, dispatching an assortment of anonymous paramilitary types who just keep coming. I put this in the category of popcorn film, even though I watched it on Monday and not as it should be seen on a Saturday evening with a few beers.
Darrin // Nightingale 