Every now and then, there is a great auteur who comes onto the scene that shakes up the filmmaking world. Unfortunately Christopher J. Martin is not that man.
Where to begin with this film? The very term "vanity project" doesn't begin to describe this film, and all you need to hear is the list of accolades about the character John Thomas. He doesn't just have commendations and medals, he has all the commendations and medals. It's pretty impressive he got a Medal of Honor considering his eyes are always squinted and hair looks like it would cover his eyes. He has some pretty questionable taste in clothing, but that is not enough grounds to restrict him from such spectacular awards.
The foundation is simple...a local drug lord needs to be taken down, and Thomas is literally THE ONLY guy that can take down the head drug dealer aptly known as The Dragon. Anyway, Thomas infiltrates the group and gets to hang out with Crazy Eddie, played boisterously by Robert Z'Dar. Which can we say, absolutely brought all his heart and soul to the table for this piece of crap film being shot in Bay City, Michigan. What a professional.
Anyway, the story starts forgetting it's own premise and details and falls off the rails quickly. Thomas keeps contacting his colleagues. The story somehow mentions a past love affair with Thomas and Agent Preston, but they literally met for this job! A lot of things don't make sense with the plot, especially since everything is done with single takes even though this thing was shot on tape or digital or whatever.
I'm getting pretty tired of writing, so here comes the lightning round. Weird editing. Bizarre sound editing. Unbelievable fights and gun battles. A strange sense of loss when the bad guys die. Not to mention pretty horrendous lighting all throughout. What was this film?
Either way, way better than anything Neil Breen has ever done. Yeah I know what I said.
