Before reading anymore of this review there is one thing that you must know.Sam Jones plays a character called Fist. There I've said it. If you don't find the prospect of watching a movie with a hero called Fist even remotely entertaining then for the love of god do not watch this film. Don't even think about it.
However if like me you are a connoisseur of bad action movies read on. Sam Jones plays Colm "Fist" Sullivan, an Irish mob enforcer working for the thoroughly unpleasant Dino Diamond, an ambitious mob boss who controls half of this any-town America. An uneasy truce exists between the Diamond family and the Malucci family. To continue explaining the plot would be a waste of my time and yours. It is merely a flimsy excuse to showcase Sam Jones' impressive and very unorthodox "pub drunk" fighting style. And what a showcase it is. The writers have deftly avoided any sense of believability or realism in favour of a series of hilariously random and pointless fights where fist demonstrates an almost Rocky like ability to take a savage beating(even with a lead pipe) only to bounce back and beat his opponent.
Sam Jones effortlessly embodies the character of Fist with giant square jawed monosyllabic retard quality that is reminiscent of Dolph Lundgren in his prime. The fights come thick and fast and don't disappoint, unless of course you are expecting decent choreography, or some degree of realism. Highlights include a fight between fist and three burly muggers right outside the mafia HQ. The fight is unremarkable and devoid of any technical merit though it stands out in the memory because of the scruffy tramp sitting right behind the combatants. This tramp is definitely one of the highlights of the whole show. Another is a fight between Fist and a rival mob enforcer where both men have opted to wear flat soled dress shoes for a fight on carpet causing them both to slide gingerly around each other. A cinematic first I'm sure.
Special note must also go to Fist's vest which he seems to wear for the entire duration of the show. Buy this film in a bargain bin if you see it. Go to the pub with your mates, go home crack open a few tins and put on Fist of Honour. If you don't laugh your ass of then I'm afraid part of you is dead. Don't forget - Vengeance knows no honour.
However if like me you are a connoisseur of bad action movies read on. Sam Jones plays Colm "Fist" Sullivan, an Irish mob enforcer working for the thoroughly unpleasant Dino Diamond, an ambitious mob boss who controls half of this any-town America. An uneasy truce exists between the Diamond family and the Malucci family. To continue explaining the plot would be a waste of my time and yours. It is merely a flimsy excuse to showcase Sam Jones' impressive and very unorthodox "pub drunk" fighting style. And what a showcase it is. The writers have deftly avoided any sense of believability or realism in favour of a series of hilariously random and pointless fights where fist demonstrates an almost Rocky like ability to take a savage beating(even with a lead pipe) only to bounce back and beat his opponent.
Sam Jones effortlessly embodies the character of Fist with giant square jawed monosyllabic retard quality that is reminiscent of Dolph Lundgren in his prime. The fights come thick and fast and don't disappoint, unless of course you are expecting decent choreography, or some degree of realism. Highlights include a fight between fist and three burly muggers right outside the mafia HQ. The fight is unremarkable and devoid of any technical merit though it stands out in the memory because of the scruffy tramp sitting right behind the combatants. This tramp is definitely one of the highlights of the whole show. Another is a fight between Fist and a rival mob enforcer where both men have opted to wear flat soled dress shoes for a fight on carpet causing them both to slide gingerly around each other. A cinematic first I'm sure.
Special note must also go to Fist's vest which he seems to wear for the entire duration of the show. Buy this film in a bargain bin if you see it. Go to the pub with your mates, go home crack open a few tins and put on Fist of Honour. If you don't laugh your ass of then I'm afraid part of you is dead. Don't forget - Vengeance knows no honour.