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A brawny suited burglar and his equally muscular twin, a upstanding police officer, are forced to team up to bring down some diamond criminals.

With the fashion, music, hairdos and Rambo III poster on display you'd swear director John Paragon's Double Trouble was made in the eighties (even though it was 1992). The cast feature plenty of familiar acting faces, surprisingly this B film has some good talent on display. This forgotten film features David Carrdine, James Doohan, Roddy McDowell and those two muscle bound twins from the Conan wannabe film Barbarians, I kid you not. McDowell has lot of fun shooting people and Doohan gets to Scotty rant while the twins get to wink at fine women, fight and shoot a lot. It's all as outlandish and retro un-PC as it sounds.

To the twins David and Peter Paul's credit they are great fun throughout and thanks to some writing flukes including Jessie Venture impressions, sibling rivalry along with Paragon's clumsy setups and reverse fridge logic it's more enjoyable than it should be.

If you love the 1980s cheese, this 90s film is a great example, think a second rate Twins mixed with Stop or My Mum will Shoot and let your mullet and crop top do the thinking, you should enjoy.

I gave this movie a 3 (out of 10) and in retrospect, that may have been a mistake. Though it does have a huge so-bad-its-good factor, I feel guilty about elevating it above it's 2.7 rating and possibly leading anyone astray. Please allow me to plead my case.

This movie has it all. Twin behemoth body builder leads (David and Peter Paul), has been stars, really bad acting, guns with limitless ammo, a Trans Am and best of all, two of the most awe inspiring mullets in cinema history. Fantastic dated wardrobe, too, that makes M.C. Hammer look like a conservative Baptist minister... What? Wait a minute, strike that. Check out the mid-riff revealing sweatshirt that David Paul wears essentially through out the entire film. Little did poor David know that in just 8 short years they would have an entirely new name for them, they're called GIRL shirts. How can you not enjoy watching that?

The first thing, however, that will catch your eye with this 90's classic is the acting of the Paul Brothers. Not that it's bad, but actually the lack there of. Anyone can act bad, (I.E.) Lou Ferrigno, Vanna White, Al Pacino (recently). Over acting is an instinctual occurrence. But the Paul's do something quite uncommon. They are comfortable just being themselves, albeit big dumb 'roided out gym whores who can't act. I imagine this is the point of their thespian endeavor where they finally got in touch with their inner voices. Unfortunately that voice has the pacing of a old fat bear. It seems as if they are constantly contemplating what awaits them in their trailer at the end of each set up, whether it be food, women or a new set of chrome 120 lb. dumb bells, but certainly none of it seems phony. I actually believe they are going to go back to their dressing rooms to consume protein shakes. I loved this film.

Just how bad off were such talents as Roddy MacDowall, Troy Donahue, Bill Mumy, Lewis Arquette, and David Carradine that they decided that Double Trouble was the movie to be in? Were all the parts taken up in a Munster's tv movie?

This disgraceful film I caught one night while flipping around on television. After the revelation came that David Paul was not wearing a weight lifters belt but a midriff, my skin turned a color of green that Martha Stewart is sampling for her new paint collection. With such winning quotes as, "Where it IS!", I don't believe even James "Scotty" Doohan is putting this on his repitoire.

A true testament that if you try hard enough in Hollywood, you too can have your own movie...the Barbarian Brothers had three or four. Hope springs eternal.

Other reviewers are correct about the technical elements of the movie. The story is generic. The performances are decent, but not exceptional. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to review it because although it's not a great movie, it's a competent genre exercise, elevated by the impish charm of the Barbarian Brothers and the gravitas of Roddy McDowell and David Carradine. My only complaints: not enough A J. Johnson or Timothy Stack. If you can tolerate those straight-to-video action flicks from the late 80s and early 90s, you'll have a good time with this.

My score: 5/10

1-3: don't waste your time 4-6: good 7-9: great 10: outstanding.

Limo driver Bob is late picking up Mr. Rosehill, who has a metal briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. Someone wants what is in that briefcase, and more than one person dies for it.

A cat burglar is robbing diamond distributors in Los Angeles. One of the detectives called to investigate doesn't look much like a cop. He looks more like he should be robbing the place. In fact ...

The other detective looks like a hooker and may actually be a guy in drag.

David was the smart one, always praised while his identical twin brother Paul was asked why he couldn't be more like his brother. Paul ended up being a criminal. David does not realize Paul is out of prison. Both of them get to work together on the investigation of the jewel robberies. Paul likes this idea a lot better than David.

Paul is the more likable twin. If either of these guys could act, this might have been a pretty good movie. Roddy McDowall is deliciously evil as the main villain--and unlike with Donald Trump, when he fires people, it's really a bad thing. But he's not on enough. One possible incentive--both these guys have mullets and weightlifters' bodies and they do both get to take their shirts off, but not much. But that would be for women or gay guys, and this action movie appears to target macho men and teens. Mostly teens, probably. It's not intelligent enough for adults.

That's not to say this wasn't entertaining. The mismatched twins are enjoyable to watch, and if I had liked David that part would have been more fun.