Objectif Danger

Don't ya just love it when people insist on their names being part of their film's title, even if their names aren't going to mean much outside of their immediate friends and family. Thus, in the tradition of Bart La Rue's Satanwar, Krishna Shah's Rivals, and Peter Kay's Sexy Secrets of the Kiss-o-gram Girls, we here have "Patrick G. Donahue's Kill Squad".

While he isn't exactly the household name that his title billing might imply, Donahue has had a steady career directing low-budget action movies, mostly starring himself and his son. The most well known of the bunch being 1991's Savage Instinct, released by Troma as 'They Call Me Macho Woman'. A film in which the heroine escapes from the bad guys by walking along the tops of their heads, then proceeds to taunt them by grabbing her own crotch....and if that doesn't entice you into seeing 'They Call Me Macho Woman' nothing will.

Beginning as he clearly meant to go on, Donahue's first film Kill Squad is a simplistic, eager to please action-fest that I'm surprised isn't the sweetheart of more 1980s action movie fans.

The bare bones plot of Kill Squad concerns Joseph Lawrence (Jeff Risk) a former Vietnam veteran turned successful electronics businessman. Lawrence's life is turned on its head when a bunch of goons led by his business rival Dutch (Cameron Mitchell) breaks into his house, gang rapes and murders his wife, then shoots Lawrence, leaving him paralysed. Now wheelchair bound, a grief stricken Joseph Lawrence has revenge on his mind, and calls on his Nam vet buddies to form 'The Kill Squad'. A bunch of vigilantes who have to fight literally hundreds of bad guys in order to get to Mitchell's final villain. Each member of this tough guy supergroup gets their own thumbnail sized intro, which quickly establishes what they've been up to since Nam, and the fact that they don't take sh** from anyone. Tommy (Gary Fung) has been working as a gardener for a racist scumbag who refuses to pay him and calls him a 'nip' at a pool party. Tommy responds by beating the bejesus out of him and several of his men, easily ensuring a cheque for garden services rendered. K.C. (Jerry Johnson) has grown up to become a badass pimp whose martial arts moves and streetwise quips come in handy when a rival pimp tries to muscle in on his territory. Donahue was a man who clearly wasn't about to let the Kung-Fu and Blaxploitation genres die off without a fight. All of these sequences end with the other guys showing up, hi-fiving their bro, and recruiting them into The Kill Squad with the film's catchphrase "Joseph needs you".

Kill Squad plays like a live-action version of an arcade game we all should have been dropping coins into back then. Characters are only distinguishable by their weaponry and ethnicity. It feels as if there should be an option to play as either Tommy, the Oriental guy (special weapon: fighting sticks), Larry, the Afro-ed black guy (special weapon: ninja stars), Alan, the muscular white guy (special weapon: a pair of nunchaku), Pete, the Mexican guy (special weapon: two pairs of nunchaku), K.C, the black pimp (special weapons: switchblade + jive talk) or Arthur, the Jewish guy aka the one with the Bruce Lee T-Shirt (special weapon: the sword). True to the arcade game format, these characters battle their way through various backdrops (the junkyard, the used car lot, the construction site) before moving on to the next level.

The average scene in the film involves the Kill Squad shaking down some poor S.O.B for information as to Cameron Mitchell's whereabouts, only for the guy's work buddies to come to his aid, necessitating that the Kill Squad kick all their asses. The poor S.O.B eventually reveals he knows another poor S.O.B who 'might' have a clue to Cameron Mitchell's whereabouts. At which point BOOM!!! a mysterious sniper takes out the snitch and one of the Kill Squad. After mourning their fallen comrade for all of about 5 seconds, the Kill Squad rush off to shake down the next poor S.O.B for information as to Cameron Mitchell's whereabouts, only for the guy's work buddies to come to his aid...and exactly the same thing happens as in the previous scene. No matter what their occupation or walks of life- hardhats, car salesmen, lawyers, scrap metal workers, party guests- everyone in this film appears to be an accomplished martial artist who wants to take on the Kill Squad. In fact if this film is to be believed, the only person on the face of the planet who doesn't know martial arts is Cameron Mitchell.

Straight to video in the UK, Kill Squad was released on tape by Mike Lee's blood and guts fuelled Vipco label. While Lee did sporadically dabble in financing movies himself, having put up the money for Andy Milligan's Carnage (1983), Spookies (1986) and the car crash compilation video 'Britain's Women Drivers' in 1995, Vipco's involvement in Kill Squad appears to be purely as an after-the-fact video distributor. The 'Michael D. Lee' credited as the producer of the film being unlikely to be the Vipco Mike Lee, whose middle name is Anthony. Still, Kill Squad is a film that is perfectly at home amidst the Vipco brand of entertainment. Gore, Kung-Fu, car chases and racial insults fly around the screen. Filler and boredom are dirty words within the cinema of Patrick G. Donahue. It is difficult not to be won over by a filmmaker so singularly hell-bent on giving you an action packed good time...maybe this guy earned the right to have his name above the title after all.

Whoever did put up the money for Kill Squad, bought themselves a few scenes worth of Cameron Mitchell chewing the scenery, a cast of real life martial arts experts putting in passable acting performances, countless onscreen brawls, a paper thin script, some spectacular vehicular destruction, and the occasion pair of bare breasts. In other words...money well spent.

If one was to try and make a list of all the implausibilities and flaws in this movie, he would need much more than a thousand words. From its crummy-looking cinematography (the sky looks mostly yellow) to its supremely silly plot (that is just an excuse to get from one kung-fu scene to another in as little time as possible), this flick is bad. But...it's enjoyably bad. It is intended for bad-movie lovers ONLY, and only if you belong in that category should you take my ** rating seriously.

Wheelchair bound veteran (Risk) maimed in Vietnam assembles his former team to hunt down those responsible for the brutal death of his wife. Things unravel when a mysterious black-clad martial artist / swordsman starts taking down the elite team.

Largely unknown cast features Jean Glaude as the principal member of the squad who brings the others aboard, whilst veteran Cameron Mitchell plays the cigar-chewing hit man Dutch with the bad heart who cooks a mean BBQ. Some viewers might also recognise professional bodybuilder Bill Cambra as the particularly burly member of the team (although his voice appears to be dubbed as are several of the others for some reason).

The mystery isn't that difficult to solve, but it's still cheesy fun getting to the long awaited confrontation. Plenty of light humour, car stunts, banal dialogue ('fragrance can open a man's mind to lots of things') and slower-than-usual fight choreography commensurate with the micro budget (reportedly $80k). Given the amount of distribution achieved on videocassette back in the 80s, I can only assume they made their money back and then some on what is a very average action/ revenge thriller.

Bloody and over the top with a funky sax sound, 'Kill Squad' is a clumsily photographed expensive home movie but deserving of minor cult status for being so egregiously bad it's impossible not to watch.

Before the A-Team started working in the L.A. underground the Kill Squad was out paving the way. Actually these kung-fu goof balls make anything Mr. T did look like Shakespeare, but its worth the laughs! For no other reason you should rent this just to see the team get the "call to arms"...housewives wielding dinner trays, chumps falling four stories only to get up and start fighing again, and cowboy pimps whoopin' some honkey butt. It seems everyone knows some sort of martial arts in this film...car dealers, prostitutes, construction workers. The added Bruce Lee screams, yelps and slaps only add to the glory of this cinematic event. Must see!

My review was written in June 1982 after a Times Square screening: "Kiil Squad" is a very low-budget action picture which should do okay with fans of chopsocky films, even though it features a more down to earth U. S. brand of martial arts (as opposed to the wacky, trampoline-assisted Hong Kong versions currently prevalent).

Filmmaker Patrick G. Donahue has opted for a format consisting of numerous quick fight scenes, strung together by a minimal plotline. Unconvincing story has a squad of Vietnam vets rounded up to go after Dutch (guest actor Cameron Mitchell in yet another slumming role) after he has paralyzed the squad's commander in a night raid on his house linked to an attempt to takeover his electronics busine--= With very flat acting by a cast chosen for fighting prowess alone, episodic structure quickly becomes silly, as each of the six-man squad is seen fighting some baddies before our recruiter arrives and says "Joseph needs you", cuing a typical "Let's go" response. Once the sexter is finally in place, each one shows off his weapons prowess for the camera.

Ensuing manhunt is played mainly straight and dull, with the twist of an unknown black-masked sniper picking off our heroes one by one at five minute intervals about half way through the picture. Final twist of who the sniper is getsspoiled by lapses in logic along the way.

Martial arts scenes are unexciting here, though sheer quantity may please undemanding fans. Pic's best sequence comes in some hair-raising car stunts staged during a chase near the end. Tech credits are acceptable for a cheapie, though sound is quite variable.