The Black Cobra 3

Well to be fair, any film that features Fred Williamson is always worth at least a watch purely on account of the presence of the great man himself. Sadly, even having said this, our effortlessly super cool hero has often ended up in some rather mundane efforts....as is the case in fact with the film in question here.

Certainly the film isn't exactly bad by any stretch of the imagination, it's just not exactly memorable in any way, shape or form either. Sure there's a number of mildly entertaining (if rather lacklustre) action sequences and our man even gets to let fly with some humorous one liners but there's simply not enough substance in this to make it worth a second viewing and in addition, the film is unforgivably about as clichéd and predictable as could be humanly imaginable.

Having said this, I must make special mention of the very best scene though, a scene in fact that was previously played out similarly in the previous two entries in the series and that is the hilarious banter between Williamson and his irate police chief - absolutely first class!

This was followed by one final sequel although note well - Williamson only appears courtesy of stock footage in it!!!

There isn't really much to be discussed about the third installment of "The Black Cobra" series: if you enjoyed the previous two, you'll like this one too, if you didn't, try to avoid it. It offers pretty much what you'd expect: a nonexistent budget (not even any vehicular mayhem in this one), strictly mediocre action scenes, loads of pretty useless bad guys, a crawling, draggy pace, and Fred Williamson getting by more on his trademark coolness rather than on any acting effort. He gets two sidekicks this time - one male (Forry Smith), one female (Debra Ward) - but don't expect the lady to get involved in the action nearly as much as the guys. The film is just about watchable when you are in an extremely undemanding mood. (**)

Believe it or not: Fred "The Hammer" Williamson has made three Black Cobra movies. Three of 'em! Somebody else must like watching these thing if there's three of 'em (at least that's what I tell myself). Each Black Cobra flick is a little better than the one before it. These things deliver fun B movie entertainment, if you like that sort of thing, and I've had a blast watching these. There's just nothing like "The Hammer" kicking butt in Italy and the Philippines to make the world seem a like a whole lot better place on a rainy afternoon. Right from the start I knew that Black Cobra 3 was going to be fun stuff since the first scene with "The Hammer" is a real hoot. Pop some corn and take this flick for what it is: fun escapism.

If the first film in this series was influenced by Cobra and the second was a riff on Lethal Weapon, this third instalment is channelling Commando. In this one, Fred is sent back to the Philippines for budgetary reasons and has to deal with some bad guys in the jungle. Cue lots of explosions and machine gun fire. This one is probably a slight drop in quality from the first two but amazingly, its still not that bad.

I guess Fred Williamson's paycheck for appearing in the "Black Cobra" films got a lot bigger every time, because his performance and enthusiasm vastly improves with each installment! Robert Malone no longer resembles to the character that was introduced in the first film. He used to be silent, gruff and indifferent, but now he makes little jokes and smiles the entire time. Perhaps it also has something to do with the fact that the quality of the films slightly improves every time as well. Part three has a lousy and inexistent plot, but there's quite a lot of straightforward and undemanding action footage. Robert Malone is called back to Manila – choice of location is purely coincidental, apparently, because none of the people of his previous adventure in The Philippines reappear – to help locate a stolen shipment of American weapons. Another special agent already tried to infiltrate in the bad guys' military camp but failed. The guy kicked a lot of butt and had some very inventive methods to conquer electric fences, but ultimately died when he jumped down a waterfall. This is why local Interpol agent Greg Duncan calls in the help of his father's reliable Vietnam buddy Malone. The film is totally senseless and there are still quite a number of dull sequences, but the delightfully cheesy B-movie action footage truly compensates for everything. The army of ugly Philippine bad guys is inexhaustible (the body count must be hundreds!) and there are plenty of cool firearm toys like machine guns (the type Rambo uses as well) and crossbows. This is the second entry in the series that is set in Manila, but this one makes much better use of the jungle filming locations. Solid and surefooted directing by Edoardo Margheriti, who actually is the son of the legendary Italian filmmaker (and personal idol of mine) Antonio Margheriti!