The beginning is such a mess -- what with the two separate flashbacks, the ill-written narration ("Hong Kong is like a slap in the face that makes you feel good"), the superfluous sightseeing tour, the credits that come in two distant installments, and the slow-motion, silhouetted kung-fu fight that looks like an abstract, James Bond-style credits sequence but turns out to be a preview of an actual event -- that it is impossible to take much interest in what comes later. It is just barely possible, though, to cough up a derisive laugh when Chuck Norris, enraged because his girlfriend has been raped and murdered and his old army buddy has had his spine crushed, prepares himself for vengeance by dusting off and putting on his old dress uniform, with its Airborne armpatch and several tiers of ribbons, thus giving the momentary impression that he has taken complete leave of his senses. Directed by James Fargo. (1982) — Duncan Shepherd
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