Striker - O Exército de um Homem

My review was written in January 1989 after watching the film on AIP video cassette.

Bearing the generic title "Striker" (used for numerous '80s action pics), this above-average Italian actioner actually is a 1987 production called "Combat Force" introducing a pair of impressive gung-ho stars.

Frank Zagarino is the blond commando blackmailed (on a trumped-up charge) to go to Nicaragua on behalf of the Patriotic Freedom Organization to rescue a journalist (John Phillip Law) being held by the Sandinistas and their evil Soviet leader (John Steiner). Accompanying him on his mission is beautiful black commando Marta (Melonee Rodgers) who proves to be able to hold her own and then some in both hand-to-hand combat and wielding automatic weaponry.

Pic, attractively lensed on location in Santo Domingo, is a series of battles, captures and escapes that's well-executed by Enzo G. Castellari, here credited with a new pseudonym: Stephen M. Andrews. Zagarino is physically right for the role and has some okay emotional scenes later on after being introduced as a monotone "Rambo" clone. Co-star Rodgers is a find; her combination of statuesque beauty and convincing physical powers mark a logical successor to Pam Grier.

Weird touch has Zagarino's real-life dad (who bears a close family resemblance to the star) cast as the evil general in charge of the rightwing PFO. Their final confrontation carries some added bite.

The Italian filmmakers take pot-shots at both superpowers meddling in Latin America, with Steiner' heinous torturer for the Russkies while the PFO is revealed to be shipping arms to both the contras and Sandinistas as part of a drug-trafficking ring.

Tech credits are fine.

My Co-workers and I were watching this movie while we were on we were working on Mid-shift. And yes, at times our line of work is boring since we were resorted to watching of this caliber. It was the worst movie I have ever seen. The acting in the movie had the same quality as an average porn flick. The cinematography was similar to an early 70's late 60 TV movie. Did they use 8mm film? We never even finished watching the movie. And the music wasn't music at all. Did the director hired a 6 year old kid to push buttons on a keyboard? The reason I ask that is is that that's what is sounded like. My co-worker commented that he could play the same notes on his keyboard when he was a kid on an early 80's keyboard you can buy at Toy's R Us. Frank Zagarino needs to take acting classes or find another line of work. If the other actors in the move were smart, I'm sure they would not have given up there day jobs. No stars deserved.

Fans of Frank Zagarino will get what they expect here. The plot involves a one-man-army who wreaks havoc on a band of evil-doers. There's plenty of action with little time wasted on romance, humor, or characterization. Jaws are punched, stomachs are kicked, and various kinds of vehicles get blown up. Zagarino finds several opportunities to take his shirt off and flex his muscles and, as usual, he must undergo lots of suffering -- mostly notably in a scene which has him shocked with jolts of electricity while he's hanging by his wrists. If all this sounds like an appealing way to spend an evening, then belly up to the trough and suck it up.

Comic-book-level action yarn, with plenty of then-trendy anti-Communist propaganda, and Enzo Castellari's trademark crazy camera angles and energetic editing, which, however, are not much help here. Frank Zagarino kills about 200 people in this one, but the film is less exciting than even Bruno Mattei's "Strike Commando", and I think that should tell you something. (*1/2)

Here's yet another of those undemanding one man army ala Rambo, type affairs to emerge from Italy following the enormous success of Stallone's genre setting film.

It's actually not half bad if you know what you're getting into and features a particularly enjoyable performance from the always superb John Steiner, here playing the hiss-able villain with much aplomb.

I've also got to say that this film features undoubtedly one of the most beautiful actresses I have ever had the pleasure to behold, Melonee Rodgers; Every time she appeared on screen, I instantly forgot the films many shortcomings.

There's a fair bit of action throughout, most of it fairly well executed bar a few instances whereby the budgetary constraints overtly reflect in some of the set pieces - but hey, this is a B-Movie after all.

I've got to say though, that if there is one major underlying problem with this movie then it sadly concerns our hero played by a young Frank Zagarino. To describe his acting skills as wooden here would be to praise him unduly; Even the foliage he hides behind throughout the film outshines him! The scene in which he tries desperately to wring out some emotion following the death of his wartime buddy is utterly hilarious though. In fact not since that king of B-movie bad acting, the mighty Reb Brown, demonstrated a similarly painful to watch sequence in Strike Commando following the death of a small native boy, has there been such a rivetingly awful instance of an on screen performance.

Overall grade: 6.5/10