Fit to Kill is the sequel to Hard Hunted, with villain Kane (R.J. Moore, Roger's son) once again causing trouble for the sexy federal agents of Molokai; this time, he's just one of several parties interested in laying their grubby mitts on a massive diamond stolen from Russia during WWII.
Clearly, in terms of plot, the film is not that different to Hard Hunted, but it does prove marginally more entertaining than its predecessor thanks to a lot more cheeze and the introduction of statuesque B-movie babe Julie Strain as deadly assassin Blu Steele **BA strikes a Zoolander pose as he types**, who 'steeles' the show with her killer bod and interesting choice of attire (eg. black body stocking with diamanté detailing).
The film opens with Donna and Nicole (Dona Speir and Roberta Vasquez) interrupted mid-frolic under a waterfall in order to take down a couple of gun-toting thugs; this scenario turns out to be nothing more than a paint-ball training exercise for the agents, very dumb since the girls are wearing skimpy, skin-tight cameo-gear that would leave them bruised for months if they were shot.
The action starts for real after the ladies are assigned to attend a swanky party where the diamond is to be returned to Russia by current owner Mr.Chang. The jewel is stolen before it can be handed over, and it is up to the big-breasted babes to apprehend those responsible. From hereon-in it's the usual succession of dumb gun-fights, explosions, and soft-core sexual interludes (including a doozy with Vasquez), only sillier and even more tongue-in-cheek than before.
Fit to Kill features such trashy nonsense as a visit to the shop that satisfies director Sidaris' s craving for remote control vehicles, the same pair of bumbling assassins that messed up their hits in the previous two movies screwing up yet again, Cynthia Brimhall posing for a erotic photo session, buxom DJ Ava (Ava Cadell) lounging around at KSXY radio with her equally top-heavy assistant Sandy (Sandra Wild), and R.J. Moore fantasising about being Bond.
Best of all, though, is Blu indulging in a spot of slap 'n' tickle with Burke (Brett Baxter Clark), captain of Kane's yacht: as the pair get down to business, the horny hit-woman utters the immortal line ' You naughty nautical boy'. Hilarious!!!
