So I was watching some random videos on youtube and ran across a fight scene between Christina Rose's character "Augustina" and the main character played by Randy Spence named "Johnny." Augustina kicks Johnny's butt and it's done in a comical way. If that fight was done well, I figured the rest of the film would have good fights and be funny too. Only, it wasn't like that.
The director or whoever even tries to fool the viewer into believing the movie was about something else by starting the movie with Augustina walking down the street and having to rush off somewhere unknown. Then after a fight having nothing to do with the characters that were just rushing off, the scene goes to Johnny who is having the worst portrayal of post traumatic stress disorder. By worst, I mean the way it was done. There's a guy screaming loudly off screen begging to not be left by the "coward" of a protagonist "Johnny."
Now Johnny is homeless and they make that clear in a very glib way showing him wash windows and beg for money. He runs into his old friend "T" played by Adonis Williams who gives him a job at his training gym / drug front and "T" or "Tariq" also tries to get Johnny into some underground fights and into more trouble.
Here is where the theme of Johnny being a coward repeats and the movie echos that throughout until he is forced to face his fears and not run in the end so to save a random girl thrown into the mix; (minor spoiler) and by the way there is a subplot with Johnny stealing a lot of money from her and it's never confronted in the movie...anyone else hate plot holes?
The only good acting in this movie was done by Rose, who had charisma and star quality. It should have been about her character. Instead she has one line at the beginning of the film and then a fight scene in the middle. I'd say the rest was a waste of time because the story was cliché and the plot dragged... but why beat a dead horse?
If you like movies that try to have decent fight scenes you could settle for this one. But don't expect anything else.
