To the Limit

I had the misfortune of catching this at one of the low-quality cable channels a while ago. And i was astounded at how bad it was. I can't say that i expected a cinematic experience of note either, but the only thing taken to the limit here is how much junk the viewer can endure.

The plot with Anna-Nicole Smith as an ex-CIA agent feels thinner than paper. But the execution is even worse. This is part soft-core porn, looking like something out of a Playboy-video, and part lousy zero-budget action flick. Who is the intended audience for something like this?! Do we even want to know?! This is like a manual in horrible film-making. Truly not worth watching for anyone. I rate this 1/10, but only because no lower grade was available.

I saw this movie for rent at my local video store and couldn't believe my good luck. Here was a low-budget potboiler (I'm a sucker for those) with the most gorgeous girl to ever have been born (I refer, of course, to Anna Nicole Smith) on the box cover and a title that practically screamed RENT ME! I thought for sure it was too good to be true.

Guess what? My disillusionment kicked in just a few minutes into the movie. I guess I should have realized that B-level and direct-to-video movies, while generally benefiting from more originality and freedom from censorship than the big-studio films, necessarily face a trade-off in production values and (sometimes, as in this case) performances by the actors.

What was this film shot with - a camcorder? The picture quality is very faded and fuzzy; if I didn't know better, I'd have sworn this was made in the 1970s. I tried to grin and bear it, telling myself it would get better. It did - but not by much.

The music was terrible and the plot left me cold. Just WHAT was this film about? All I managed to catch on to was some gobbledygook about a gangland hit, a stolen computer disk, and some atrocity in Vietnam - that's about it. The rest is just mindless exposition set mostly in Los Angeles and Las Vegas, with random characters showing up and leaving without rhyme or reason.

For having her name above the title, Anna Nicole was not even on the screen that much. She is supposed to be Colette DuBois, a worldly-wise government agent - but she plays the role with her lazy Texas accent intact. And while it's true that she can hold her own in fights with the villains, Colette seems far less concerned with kicking butt than with showing off her own. There are points where the narrative actually grinds to a dead stop so director Raymond Martino can offer voyeuristic shots of a naked Colette showering or doing other supposedly private things. (To be fair, Anna Nicole was not at all bad-looking naked in the mid-1990s.) It is nearly impossible to take Colette seriously as a hard-bitten hero; she seems to realize this, and makes a vain attempt to butch up by spouting obnoxious profanities throughout the picture.

TO THE LIMIT also starred Joey Travolta and a whole bunch of other people you probably wouldn't know from folks you'd run into on the street. Travolta is likable - assuming that's worth something - but he seems more befuddled than anything else. Many of the performers, in fact, seem to have been inserted just to make Anna look good.

The movie abounds in unintentional comedy, from the stereotyped accents of the mobsters to the sight of deadly assassins in black cat suits and ninja masks. (Does anyone ever wear such a getup in real life?) I stopped trying to take anything seriously after a skinny female assassin decks a man three times larger than she with a single punch. (For people who are offended by explicit content, I must also warn that there is some truly grisly violence - including a tragic wedding massacre - along with the exposure of Anna's voluptuousness.) Worst of all was the plot, which seemed cobbled together at the last second from various genres and tropes of movies past. Martino even offers us a flashback to the Vietnam War; he apparently saw one too many Oliver Stone films and was under the impression that Vietnam equals cool.

I really wanted to like TO THE LIMIT, if only for Anna's tremendous beauty and its air of B-movie innocence. I did enjoy watching it, but it was hard for me to stomach without a sense of irony. You can imagine my embarrassment when, after telling a roommate I was watching an action movie and being asked whether it starred Steven Seagal or Jean-Claude Van Damme or someone like that, I had to confess that it starred Anna Nicole Smith.

To the Limit represents everything wrong with mid-90s direct-to-video action cinema, wrapped in a package so transparently exploitative it borders on parody. This sequel to "DaVinci's War" stumbles through its revenge thriller premise with the grace of a drunk rhinoceros, delivering a viewing experience that feels less like entertainment and more like endurance testing.

The film's visual presentation epitomizes the era's low-budget aesthetic with flat, television-quality cinematography that drains any potential tension from action sequences. Lighting appears haphazardly arranged, casting harsh shadows that emphasize the cheap production values rather than creating atmosphere. The action choreography, while occasionally showing flashes of competence, suffers from uninspired direction that reduces shootouts and fight scenes to perfunctory obligations rather than compelling spectacle.

Anna Nicole Smith's performance as the vengeful ex-CIA operative Collette carries the weight of someone clearly cast for reasons having nothing to do with dramatic ability. Her line delivery alternates between wooden monotone and overwrought melodrama, never finding a natural rhythm that serves the character's supposed lethal professionalism. While her physical presence dominates the screen (as clearly intended), Smith struggles with even basic dialogue scenes, making her character's supposed intelligence background laughably unconvincing.

The supporting cast fares marginally better, with Joey Travolta bringing workmanlike competence to his mobster role, though he cannot elevate the material beyond its inherent limitations. Michael Nouri appears to be sleepwalking through his performance, delivering lines with the enthusiasm of someone reading grocery lists. The various character actors populating the criminal underworld feel recycled from dozens of similar productions, contributing to the film's generic, assembly-line quality.

The script's attempts at complexity through its dual revenge storylines only serve to highlight the writers' inability to craft coherent character motivations or believable relationships. Plot developments feel arbitrary rather than earned, with convenient coincidences driving the narrative forward when logic fails. The dialogue oscillates between exposition-heavy information dumps and cringe-inducing one-liners that land with the impact of wet cement.

What emerges is a film that understands the surface elements of action thrillers but completely misses their emotional core. The revenge theme, potentially rich with dramatic possibility, becomes a shallow excuse for violence and exploitation. The pacing lurches between sluggish character development and frantic action, never establishing a consistent tone or building genuine suspense.

OK, Playmate Rebecca Ferrati keeps her clothes on, but at least a dozen pair of "no-Playmate" tits are shown as compensation. Isn't that a must for a good, twisty plot???

And the greatest Playmate of them all (at least in one way) is excellent casted as the super agent suffering from "dirtyfobic" - she has to bath ones and take a shower ones. (And make love (er?) twice...)

Of course this movie is a turkey, I would have been disappointed (and very, very surprised) if it wasn't. And you'll get everything you can expect: bad acting, strained twists in a strained plot in a strained script, a lot of action scenes (a few of them are quiet good (!)), a lot of titties, and Anna Nicole Smith. If that's what you want, you won't be disappointed. But if you are the kind of person who's gonna analyze this movie, and complain about the bad directing or the lack of logic in the story, I'll call you pathetic. Because it is like complaining about the lack of car chases in "The Lord of The Rings".

This wasn't too bad at all really, no it ain't a blockbuster, neither was it meant to be, but it is enjoyable some of the acting is lame and the action scenes are not too bad really.

If you like Anna Nicole Smith, definitely Buy this, Because the amount of sex scenes of her, is awesome. You wont be disappointed. That was the main reason i bought this movie for the Nudity, don't pay no more than £3.00 for it. Because you will be disappointed. It's a cheap thrill of a DVD to buy. The Film basically starts off with sex scenes and ends with sex, lol. It's 1 for the guyz don't buy it to watch with your mates or your girlfriend, like a said buy it for Anna Nicole Smith getting her big jugs out they are absolutely Gorgeous breasts.