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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.

For a B movie, it comes pretty near to being almost like a what a normal movie would be if it had a lot more gratuitous nudity and violence, and in addition to that, it has Julie Strain in it. What more could you want?

When you consider that Sidaris is working almost exclusively with ex-playboy playmates and penthouse pets, it's actually quite a spectacular accomplishment.

If you only compare it with other straight to video type movies, you can see how uncommon this type of film making is.

Sidaris is to be congratulated for bringing actual talent to a segment of the film market that usually gets passed over.

"Fit To Kill" follows the well-established by that point Andy Sidaris formula, which includes gorgeous female special agents in bikinis and other revealing outfits blowing away bad guys and having sex with their hunky male partners, beautiful exotic locations well-captured by the camera, and a tongue-in-cheek tone despite all the mayhem. However, Sidaris had achieved better balance between action and soft-core porn in previous films (like "Savage Beach"); here, the script is too meandering, and there are two dimwitted hit men that are meant to be funny but don't really succeed. What gives this movie an extra kick is definitely the presence of Julie Strain (as a smooth assassin), in her first of many collaborations with Sidaris. Her introduction, which has her flexing and stretching her Amazonian body, must be one of the most memorable scenes in the director's filmography - the lighting and music in that scene are incredible! Unfortunately, the movie doesn't have a climactic hand-to-hand fight between her and Dona Speir - IMO, an unforgivable mistake on Sidaris' part. (**1/2)

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!!!

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.