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Well, one things for sure, they certainly don't make 'em like this anymore!

This is a joyously carefree kung-fu fest from an all but forgotten era when martial arts films didn't actually take themselves so deadly serious as the stoic, wire fu/fast edited ordure that represents a large portion of the industry these days.

OK, so the transpiring on screen events in this are formulaic at best i.e. good guys seek out bad guy for questioning, bad guy denies any knowledge of requisite info, bad guys mates turn up (often brandishing iron pipes etc) and a fight ensues after which a mysterious sniper in black (whose identity I guessed straight away!!!) wastes one of the heroes, but frankly who gives a shi- um....damn, when this is just so much fun! Just check out such scenes as one guy accidentally blowing a bloody great hole in his own foot(!), another guy getting pushed off of what must have been an eight story building, landing on a car and immediately getting back up for a fight without a scratch(!!), a kid riding his bike into the side of a car and flying over the back of it onto the ground......and his subsequent priceless response? - 'Oh sh*t!' (!!!), plus a plethora of highly amusing kung fu fights that break out literally every few minutes(!!!!!). I mean seriously, how can anyone not love this movie?!

But if the above wasn't enough, just check out the groovy soundtrack that backs all this action up - hell it's enough to make me want to don camouflage togs, get some buddies together and kick some miscreant butt!

I've also just got to add (and no serious review of this movie would be complete without) mention of the utterly hilarious manner in which each of our protagonists are introduced and subsequently recalled into the squad. Suffice to say, it just has to be seen to be believed!

Finally, to all those who view this film and indeed others of it's ilk negatively I have but one thing to say.....which would you rather sit through; this innocent, nostalgic knock about or else the latest CGI saturated, big screen faecal pile to emerge from Hollywood? If you've just answered the latter then truly, I pity you.

And with these immortal words,The trio of Vietnam vets aptly named "The Kill Squad" are reborn to gain vengeance for the crippling of their friend.

As other comments have stated,This is absolute rubbish in the first degree.Whilst i agree totally with this remark in terms of acting,story,Cinematography,Choreography ETC..ETC..It's just so enjoyable and entertaining to view.Don't ask me why i can enjoy a film where a guy falls from a five story building onto a car only to jump off,brush off the dust and annihilate his would be assailants,or why sound effects from the original Bruce Lee movies including his trademark "Yap" sound are incorporated here or why a man with prosthetic legs can run faster then anyone else,The best is a scene where all the Kill Squad members demonstrate there aptitude with various deadly weapons to their mentor only to never use them once.

Jammin along to that saxaphone rang a dang every time a fight begins just makes me wish i had a huge afro and a camouflage suit...I Could become a member too.If i was to describe every other inept aspect of this film this summary would be as long as the Great Wall of China.

I won this video on ebay for $0.06cents.It was worth every cent i paid for it.

Don't ya just love it when people insist on their names being part of their film's title, even if their names aren't going to mean much outside of their immediate friends and family. Thus, in the tradition of Bart La Rue's Satanwar, Krishna Shah's Rivals, and Peter Kay's Sexy Secrets of the Kiss-o-gram Girls, we here have "Patrick G. Donahue's Kill Squad".

While he isn't exactly the household name that his title billing might imply, Donahue has had a steady career directing low-budget action movies, mostly starring himself and his son. The most well known of the bunch being 1991's Savage Instinct, released by Troma as 'They Call Me Macho Woman'. A film in which the heroine escapes from the bad guys by walking along the tops of their heads, then proceeds to taunt them by grabbing her own crotch....and if that doesn't entice you into seeing 'They Call Me Macho Woman' nothing will.

Beginning as he clearly meant to go on, Donahue's first film Kill Squad is a simplistic, eager to please action-fest that I'm surprised isn't the sweetheart of more 1980s action movie fans.

The bare bones plot of Kill Squad concerns Joseph Lawrence (Jeff Risk) a former Vietnam veteran turned successful electronics businessman. Lawrence's life is turned on its head when a bunch of goons led by his business rival Dutch (Cameron Mitchell) breaks into his house, gang rapes and murders his wife, then shoots Lawrence, leaving him paralysed. Now wheelchair bound, a grief stricken Joseph Lawrence has revenge on his mind, and calls on his Nam vet buddies to form 'The Kill Squad'. A bunch of vigilantes who have to fight literally hundreds of bad guys in order to get to Mitchell's final villain. Each member of this tough guy supergroup gets their own thumbnail sized intro, which quickly establishes what they've been up to since Nam, and the fact that they don't take sh** from anyone. Tommy (Gary Fung) has been working as a gardener for a racist scumbag who refuses to pay him and calls him a 'nip' at a pool party. Tommy responds by beating the bejesus out of him and several of his men, easily ensuring a cheque for garden services rendered. K.C. (Jerry Johnson) has grown up to become a badass pimp whose martial arts moves and streetwise quips come in handy when a rival pimp tries to muscle in on his territory. Donahue was a man who clearly wasn't about to let the Kung-Fu and Blaxploitation genres die off without a fight. All of these sequences end with the other guys showing up, hi-fiving their bro, and recruiting them into The Kill Squad with the film's catchphrase "Joseph needs you".

Kill Squad plays like a live-action version of an arcade game we all should have been dropping coins into back then. Characters are only distinguishable by their weaponry and ethnicity. It feels as if there should be an option to play as either Tommy, the Oriental guy (special weapon: fighting sticks), Larry, the Afro-ed black guy (special weapon: ninja stars), Alan, the muscular white guy (special weapon: a pair of nunchaku), Pete, the Mexican guy (special weapon: two pairs of nunchaku), K.C, the black pimp (special weapons: switchblade + jive talk) or Arthur, the Jewish guy aka the one with the Bruce Lee T-Shirt (special weapon: the sword). True to the arcade game format, these characters battle their way through various backdrops (the junkyard, the used car lot, the construction site) before moving on to the next level.

The average scene in the film involves the Kill Squad shaking down some poor S.O.B for information as to Cameron Mitchell's whereabouts, only for the guy's work buddies to come to his aid, necessitating that the Kill Squad kick all their asses. The poor S.O.B eventually reveals he knows another poor S.O.B who 'might' have a clue to Cameron Mitchell's whereabouts. At which point BOOM!!! a mysterious sniper takes out the snitch and one of the Kill Squad. After mourning their fallen comrade for all of about 5 seconds, the Kill Squad rush off to shake down the next poor S.O.B for information as to Cameron Mitchell's whereabouts, only for the guy's work buddies to come to his aid...and exactly the same thing happens as in the previous scene. No matter what their occupation or walks of life- hardhats, car salesmen, lawyers, scrap metal workers, party guests- everyone in this film appears to be an accomplished martial artist who wants to take on the Kill Squad. In fact if this film is to be believed, the only person on the face of the planet who doesn't know martial arts is Cameron Mitchell.

Straight to video in the UK, Kill Squad was released on tape by Mike Lee's blood and guts fuelled Vipco label. While Lee did sporadically dabble in financing movies himself, having put up the money for Andy Milligan's Carnage (1983), Spookies (1986) and the car crash compilation video 'Britain's Women Drivers' in 1995, Vipco's involvement in Kill Squad appears to be purely as an after-the-fact video distributor. The 'Michael D. Lee' credited as the producer of the film being unlikely to be the Vipco Mike Lee, whose middle name is Anthony. Still, Kill Squad is a film that is perfectly at home amidst the Vipco brand of entertainment. Gore, Kung-Fu, car chases and racial insults fly around the screen. Filler and boredom are dirty words within the cinema of Patrick G. Donahue. It is difficult not to be won over by a filmmaker so singularly hell-bent on giving you an action packed good time...maybe this guy earned the right to have his name above the title after all.

Whoever did put up the money for Kill Squad, bought themselves a few scenes worth of Cameron Mitchell chewing the scenery, a cast of real life martial arts experts putting in passable acting performances, countless onscreen brawls, a paper thin script, some spectacular vehicular destruction, and the occasion pair of bare breasts. In other words...money well spent.

If one was to try and make a list of all the implausibilities and flaws in this movie, he would need much more than a thousand words. From its crummy-looking cinematography (the sky looks mostly yellow) to its supremely silly plot (that is just an excuse to get from one kung-fu scene to another in as little time as possible), this flick is bad. But...it's enjoyably bad. It is intended for bad-movie lovers ONLY, and only if you belong in that category should you take my ** rating seriously.

Wheelchair bound veteran (Risk) maimed in Vietnam assembles his former team to hunt down those responsible for the brutal death of his wife. Things unravel when a mysterious black-clad martial artist / swordsman starts taking down the elite team.

Largely unknown cast features Jean Glaude as the principal member of the squad who brings the others aboard, whilst veteran Cameron Mitchell plays the cigar-chewing hit man Dutch with the bad heart who cooks a mean BBQ. Some viewers might also recognise professional bodybuilder Bill Cambra as the particularly burly member of the team (although his voice appears to be dubbed as are several of the others for some reason).

The mystery isn't that difficult to solve, but it's still cheesy fun getting to the long awaited confrontation. Plenty of light humour, car stunts, banal dialogue ('fragrance can open a man's mind to lots of things') and slower-than-usual fight choreography commensurate with the micro budget (reportedly $80k). Given the amount of distribution achieved on videocassette back in the 80s, I can only assume they made their money back and then some on what is a very average action/ revenge thriller.

Bloody and over the top with a funky sax sound, 'Kill Squad' is a clumsily photographed expensive home movie but deserving of minor cult status for being so egregiously bad it's impossible not to watch.