Fit to Kill

Well, at first I thought this movie was kind of lame. Then! However, the new young actress Naida Albright graced the screen and I was stunned! She was magnificent! Purely gold. Totally made the movie for me. Until she died. Then it sucked again.

Fit to Kill is another in the series of sexploitation/action flicks directed by Andy Sidaris. This one is in fact a sequel to the earlier Hard Hunted. It's probably an improvement on that one I reckon because I seem to think it had more breasts in it. Let's be honest, the semi-nude super-hot women are by some distance the principal reasons to watch Sidaris movies. This one is well stacked (and racked) with hotties that's for sure. We have blonde bombshell Dona Speir, the Amazonian Julie Strain as a black-clad assassin, the rather gorgeous Ava Caddell as a DJ who turns up for work in not much more than her underwear and busty beauty Sandra Wild who has an excellent habit of standing around in the pool with her top off. You can't really argue with any of that to be perfectly honest and Sidaris is the only director who seems to have made these Playmate-populated action girl movies, so fair play to him for coming up with what is a pretty good idea I have to say.

The plot-line is about a stolen diamond. That's all anyone needs to know because the story is no more than a McGuffin that allows us to see breasts and explosions. Oh, and many of the crappy remote-controlled gadgets that Sidaris is so bizarrely fond of. I would be somewhat surprised if I discovered the secret service ever actually used a remote-controlled buggy to dispatch of their enemies. The very beautiful special agents in this one tend to go around in bikinis and small tight tops, which worked for me. Unfortunately, there are the usual problems that Sidaris films have, such as poorly executed action scenes and, worst of all, really annoying comedy-relief hit-men. This pair weren't even killed which was really a bit unfortunate. Of additional trivia, we have ex James Bond Roger Moore's actual son, R.J Moore, feature in a fantasy Bond sequence involving a barely dressed Dona Speir. All-in-all, one of the better Sidaris flicks overall.

Fit to Kill is the sequel to Hard Hunted, with villain Kane (R.J. Moore, Roger's son) once again causing trouble for the sexy federal agents of Molokai; this time, he's just one of several parties interested in laying their grubby mitts on a massive diamond stolen from Russia during WWII.

Clearly, in terms of plot, the film is not that different to Hard Hunted, but it does prove marginally more entertaining than its predecessor thanks to a lot more cheeze and the introduction of statuesque B-movie babe Julie Strain as deadly assassin Blu Steele **BA strikes a Zoolander pose as he types**, who 'steeles' the show with her killer bod and interesting choice of attire (eg. black body stocking with diamanté detailing).

The film opens with Donna and Nicole (Dona Speir and Roberta Vasquez) interrupted mid-frolic under a waterfall in order to take down a couple of gun-toting thugs; this scenario turns out to be nothing more than a paint-ball training exercise for the agents, very dumb since the girls are wearing skimpy, skin-tight cameo-gear that would leave them bruised for months if they were shot.

The action starts for real after the ladies are assigned to attend a swanky party where the diamond is to be returned to Russia by current owner Mr.Chang. The jewel is stolen before it can be handed over, and it is up to the big-breasted babes to apprehend those responsible. From hereon-in it's the usual succession of dumb gun-fights, explosions, and soft-core sexual interludes (including a doozy with Vasquez), only sillier and even more tongue-in-cheek than before.

Fit to Kill features such trashy nonsense as a visit to the shop that satisfies director Sidaris' s craving for remote control vehicles, the same pair of bumbling assassins that messed up their hits in the previous two movies screwing up yet again, Cynthia Brimhall posing for a erotic photo session, buxom DJ Ava (Ava Cadell) lounging around at KSXY radio with her equally top-heavy assistant Sandy (Sandra Wild), and R.J. Moore fantasising about being Bond.

Best of all, though, is Blu indulging in a spot of slap 'n' tickle with Burke (Brett Baxter Clark), captain of Kane's yacht: as the pair get down to business, the horny hit-woman utters the immortal line ' You naughty nautical boy'. Hilarious!!!

Well, the playboy beautiful ladies visually steal the show in this well-known concept of Sidaris, this time more and more frequently in the picture than ever and we can of course only applaud that, it is all mixed with a big wink and sometimes even some lame humor, but it is all very entertaining.

Donna Speir is in my opinion getting a bit too old, but she still has a wonderful body, although she is far from the main attraction in terms of beauty.

Of course, you should not take the action too seriously, in fact, not at all, it is quite weakly executed, but that should not spoil the overall fun.

In my humble opinion, one of the best Sidaris episodes of the series.

Bottom line, the only reason people watch these is the tits and sex. The stories are grade Z bond episodes. No wait, at least bond is fun to watch, all these Andy Sidaris movies are is sex and more sex. Just watch one, you'll see some enormous cans, terrible acting, but, the nudity makes up for it. Wait a minute, why am I complaining, bring on the tits and beer.

The only reason these make money, flesh. I wonder where the director is, these movies were made in the 80's and 90's. I wish he would make another one with hot chicks who can act like Kate Beckinsale and Clara Peller.