High Voltage

Some guy... RUGBY15 or something was talking about how awful this movie is. Well let me tell you he is dead wrong...

Sort of.

Yes. The movie is bad in all those ways he mentions, but what's worse is the music. A character can't even remove a pair of sunglasses without some ridiculous cymbal crash or something. The soundscape is so ludicrous that it reaches a point of being grotesque.

I could not turn this piece of solid waste off, it seriously was the most embarrassingly hackneyed pile of sh** in the world. In one of the last gunfights, the entire shootout comes to a dead halt as a character named Bulldog rides through a door on his motorcycle with a chick wrapped in a leather bra.

I have a little hint here to filmmakers -- simply standing behind a wooden door or desk, or an upolstered armchair will not be enough to stop a bullet.

This movie has a lot of characters jumping through the air sideways and in slow motion as they fire off two guns at once while they have at least a dozen gun battles with the Vietamese mafia (yes, you heard right... It's those god**** Vietamese again...only now they are in a mafia apparently).

This film looks as though it were directed, shot and written by really uncreative and possibly mentally retarded 12 year old whit-e-trash orphans.

Here's a sample of some brilliant dialogue in an exchange between Bulldog and Johnny: "Go to hell Johnny!" "...No." "Yes. That's where you're going. To hell. Because you'll be dead." "You're the one whose gonna be going to hell and be dead mother f****r."

I felt physically embarrassed watching this.

The script is bad: the predictable plot overly familiar to fans of such flicks. Much of the casting was obviously driven more by cost than talent. Very low count of Vietnamese actors within the Vietnamese gang - especially those given any lines of dialog. Possibly more geographic authenticity among the stunt guys.

In the plus column, the fights are mostly well-choreographed for a low budget offering. Sabato looks good in action, whether shooting guns or doing MMA-style acrobatics. The best scene of the lot comes late in the film in a biker bar.

Which brings me to the other asset - the underappreciated Donald Gibb. Whenever a slot exists for a bulky biker or biker-adjacent thug, who also looks crazier than Dennis Burkley, Gibb is the go-to guy. Whether the part calls for serious menace or a touch of comic relief, the big dude fits the bill. With 98 roles under his large belt, he's sort of a Caucasian Danny Trejo. Always good to see him doing his thing.

Although the plot is really transparent action and cast made this movie look better. Acrobatic fights and shooting are nicely done, you can watch them over and over again. This is type of movie to relax after long day.I like this one and I recommend it to anyone who like well done action and tired for the day of thinking.Just sit back relax and enjoy the show. I gave it 8 out of 10

Basically, most of the actors rush their lines, and except for the two Antonios (Lochlyn Munro somewhat OK), the acting basically sucked, which means the directing also sucked.

Weak story, weak writing. Worst of all was the music.

It's also funny that the writer (Mike Mains, the worst actor in the film) wrote himself the part of having the first primary relationship in the film. The interaction between the two of them is about as exciting as that between a turtle and a rock.

The positive reviews here are a joke. It is however, an adequate film for those who want to get high and laugh at how awful this film is.

... a new "worst film ever made" has arrived. This thing should be shown to every aspiring actor, director, writer and producer, to show them how really bad "bad" can be. Why it's not billed as a comedy is the big question. Everyone involved should hang their heads in shame, or better yet, they should all be drummed-out of whatever guild or union they belong to. I have to admit I watched it from beginning to end, sort of like watching a terrible train wreck.

But the real puzzle here is why any of the other reviewers would say they enjoyed it. The fact that these people are living among us, walking around in public, and worse yet, driving on our streets, panics the hell outta me.