The Last Kumite

No enthusiasm from the actors. Incoherent storyline. No uniquness just copying jcvd's inital movie and even the villain in this movie sounds like drago from rocky 4. The last kumite will certainly be 'the last' of those old school actors, they could have been used much better. Even david yeung should have more airtime. You put egotistical people like viking samurai in this film makes it even more rubbish. Avoid . Good thing jcvd or scott adkins didn't sign up for this bs movie. I don't think the directors or producers have any idea how to film or be creative. The set looked like a very cheap theatre stage. Possibly the worst 'fighting' movie I've ever seen. Even some of the training scenes are a replica from kickboxer , one of viking samurai's lines is a straight up plagiarism from bloodsport 2 as well, when he says 'if we get matched up I ain't holding back'. Viking samurai aka david kurzhal also does a flop when he attempt's jcvd's helicoper kick, viking bends his knees, like seriously dude have you got no creativity make your own unique moves instead of just being a ripoff and a poor one at that. The only female in the kumite again parallel to bloodsport 2. The flashback kurt mckiney has of dracko in the mirror again copying bloodsport 1 when van damme thinks he saw bolo while he was on the bus. So many plagiarisms. If this was a spoof then it would have a different effect, seriously the acting is so bad at times it does make you laugh. Nothing like bloodsport just a very poor ripoff.

The Last Kumite attempts to emulate the success of "Bloodsport" but falls flat with its amateurish acting and predictable storyline. The performances are cringe-worthy, lacking depth and authenticity, making it difficult to connect with any of the characters. The fight scenes, meant to be the film's highlight, come across as clumsy and uninspired, failing to capture the intensity and skill seen in similar martial arts films. Overall, this Bloodsport rip off disappoints as a cheap imitation that struggles to rise above its low-budget origins, offering little more than a forgettable viewing experience.

Story: Karate champion Rivers (Mathis Landwehr) retires to avoid permanent injuries. Soon after, shady businessman Hall (Hues) offers him a huge prize to join a deadly Kumite tournament. Michael declines, but his daughter Bree (Kira Kortenbach) is kidnapped. To save her, Michael must enter the tournament.

The film is as shallow and superficial as the story, with nonsensical dialogues.

Fight scenes poorly choreographed, though Mike Möller's fights were a highlight.

Others actors were shoddy and sluggish.

This is not a B-Movie. A D-Movie. D for dreadful/disgraceful mess.

Next time, Clarkson should bring Til Schweiger, and throw in Steven Seagal to complete the disaster!

I give it 2 stars only because of Mike Möller and Michel Qissi.

The Opening shot was promising, a tour around a U. S. city, the soundtrack pumping, could this be a fresh new take on the kick-boxer and Blood-Sport movies of the 1980s?

Unfortunately not, I barely got past the opening tournament. It look like it was filmed in my Primary school's PE hall, I just couldn't take it seriously after that. The rows of bright oblong overhead lights, the crowd seated around the edge - I don't know, it just looked wrong!

Lots of over-the-top knowing looks between the actors, it almost comes across as a spoof.

The wimpish looking balding lead actor looks like he's pushing 50, sorry but Van-Damme he's not!

I guess this shows it's not that easy to make martial arts movies, even if the guys who made this are fans.

The opening, hats off, images, sound and style look like a truly authentic journey through time. However, the opening tournament brings you back down to earth, not really great martial arts. Eastern Europe as the location for the kumite is the final reality check, I really would have liked an Asian setting. That might have given a real boost to the search for the longed-for old charm, but as it is it's just another cheap Eastern European action production. I don't want to grumble at this point, the budget was limited, more would certainly have been possible with more. The story meanwhile takes wild turns, logic is a foreign concept, one nonsense follows the next. The training sequences with Billy Blanks are more of a bad joke. In general, the film is obviously a reference to Bloodsport, so it has to put up with comparisons. I've already said something about the location, but the choice of fighters doesn't make it any better. The attempt at diversity is certainly the right idea, but it lacks profile. Starting with the main character Lasko, the Fist of God, no Van Damme, to the main opponent Dracko, no Bolo Yeung. Nice to see Kurt McKinney again, by far the best actor. Another highlight for me was Bolo Yeun's son, wow, an absolute spitting image. Unfortunately, barely there and already gone. Cynthia Rothrock, well, never my favourite, her age certainly doesn't make it any better. The latter also applies to Matthias Hues, but thanks to him, one of the driving forces behind the production.

Ultimately, not the review I wanted, and perhaps even too good a rating. I still recommend a viewing, simply to appreciate the idea and the effort. A gift to fans should be honoured accordingly, even if one or two things don't quite fit.