Double Impact
Moses meets Batman, but with much more fistfights. My god, Trump mentioned by name in the first 15 minutes! There’s too much gunplay for a pure Jean-Claude Van Damme picture.
One is a pussy-ass “faggot” with pink shorts and black silk underpants, other is a tough guy greaser with a leather jacket.
The tough guy is some kind of smuggler, bringing in Mercedes and Marlboro cartons. His girlfriend mistakes his brother for him, so she already sampled said silk cock cover. This is a source of many many jokes, with a wordless thousand yard stare.
For some reason, the twins inherited the Victoria Tunnel connection Hong Kong to the mainland, and they intend to collect all the tolls, but the smuggler guy doesn’t really think the old man is sane. He shows up saying they own a tunnel, and refuses to produce evidence! What a crazy person.
The big bad is of course the evil dude that betrayed their trust to some Chinese mobster. They want to supply smack to America. The Chinese mobster has the goon that killed their parents, but the evil dude’s minion is a very muscular woman wearing revealing short dresses. Of course she’a a psycho lesbian.
The climax is better, since it’s more about silly fisticuffs, Jean Claude and the guy from Bloodsport having a muscle-off, and some feeble attempts at doing Jackie Chan-level industrial fight scenes.
The effects are not bad, they are goofy in HD, but it’s mostly about seeing body doubles from the back. What dates the film is all the rest: goofy music, Hong Kong’s seedy underbelly, and the clothes.
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