This time everybody's favorite charisma-less kickboxing champ (Don Wilson, to anybody not acquainted with him) is a repo-man who gets a hold of nuclear triggers which the bad guys want to sell for lots of cash, they also abduct Wilson's daughter and are willing to make an exchange (Although considering how obnoxious the child is, I would have just asked for cash instead of the kid.) and if anything else Bloodfist IV proves that it takes a lot of kickboxing to save the world and your daughter. Bloodfist IV is the type of movie that you just love despite how stupid and insane it is. From Wilson's constipated acting to bad guys who rip off their shirts without a moments notice, Bloodfist IV could possibly be cinema's greatest hour, at least in terms of guilty pleasure. Of course the best line of the movie is when asked, where the nuclear triggers are, Wilson replies "I ate them!" it is zaniness like this that make the idea of sitting through a Bloodfist marathon not so painful to the brain. Even if my IQ drops well below 40. To explain how zany this movie is, consider that the terrorists hide nuclear triggers in chocolate! Genius!
* * out of 4-(Fair)
* * out of 4-(Fair)