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Black Cobra III finds Karl Malone (Fred Williamson) called to the Phillipines to help the son of a friend of his father who is also an Interpol Agent. Although the word 'Interpol' itself should be enough to explain what exactly this movie is about, I'll explain the plot a bit further. Interpol is a fictitious multinational intelligence agency which sometimes works with but also supersedes the CIA, FBI, etc. In this case, a shipment of missiles has been stolen and a trio consisting of two huge guys (Williamson and Forry Smith) and a tough young female CIA agent (Debra Ward) have two weeks to find the weapons and make the problem go away. The plot is also decorated with a few predictable twists and turns very typical of the B thriller genre.

Well shot, adequately directed by journeyman Dan Edwards, and decently scripted, Black Cobra III is probably the best of the Black Cobra Trilogy. However, the acting was just as poor as the previous efforts. Debra Ward was probably the best actor in this film and she never bothered to appear in another. Even the fight choreography is poorly acted - surprising given Williamson's background. Thankfully, the film does not take itself too seriously.

For Williamson and B thriller fans only. Others beware.

Compared to the first two this is a masterpiece. The first was bad all around. The second started good and went to crap. This one starts kind of slow but the climax is a hoot. Its pretty much like Commando with a 30 minute finale at the enemy base. Very entertaining and The Hammer has plenty of charm. The scene between him and the chief is so cliché its hilarious. The acting is average, but the dialog is full of one liners. I never get sick of seeing the old knife throw camera trick. Definitely worth the 6 bucks I had to pay. BTW if you see the second and third you will notice they use the same bedroom in each, which is flipping hilarious.

My review was written in December 1990 after watching the film on a South Gate Entertainment video cassette.

Fred Williamson is back in another forgettable Italo actioner for home video shelves.

Weapons stolen from a base in Manila are the core of an international blackmail scheme. Agent Forry Smith is sent in to get back the arms, and Smith recruits Williamson, dad's old pal.

It's not surprising the script goes uncredited for this uneventful film, in which it takes intrepid heroes forever to find the booty. Eventual jungle mission leads to a left-leaning Brit.

Helmer Don Edwards (pseudonym for Edoardo Margheriti) never really places the Teflon heroes in danger. All-American newcomer Smith's thesping talents are not tested here.

Believe it or not: Fred "The Hammer" Williamson has made three Black Cobra movies. Three of 'em! Somebody else must like watching these thing if there's three of 'em (at least that's what I tell myself). Each Black Cobra flick is a little better than the one before it. These things deliver fun B movie entertainment, if you like that sort of thing, and I've had a blast watching these. There's just nothing like "The Hammer" kicking butt in Italy and the Philippines to make the world seem a like a whole lot better place on a rainy afternoon. Right from the start I knew that Black Cobra 3 was going to be fun stuff since the first scene with "The Hammer" is a real hoot. Pop some corn and take this flick for what it is: fun escapism.

There isn't really much to be discussed about the third installment of "The Black Cobra" series: if you enjoyed the previous two, you'll like this one too, if you didn't, try to avoid it. It offers pretty much what you'd expect: a nonexistent budget (not even any vehicular mayhem in this one), strictly mediocre action scenes, loads of pretty useless bad guys, a crawling, draggy pace, and Fred Williamson getting by more on his trademark coolness rather than on any acting effort. He gets two sidekicks this time - one male (Forry Smith), one female (Debra Ward) - but don't expect the lady to get involved in the action nearly as much as the guys. The film is just about watchable when you are in an extremely undemanding mood. (**)