I was utterly enchanted with this piece of trash, which included an actor so bad he couldn’t even play an angry police chief, smugly chewing pizza as a seduction technique, a drunken middle-aged woman swanning about in a maxi dress, a scene in what looked like a VERY authentic 1970s gay bar, a guy fighting with actual chopsticks, and more stupid fights and terrible funk music than you can shake a pearl-handled pistol at. It was a gift. Many boxes were harmed in the making of its chase scenes.
The summary is: “A bounty hunter in Los Angeles sets out to track down and stop a masked serial killer who murders women by using kung-fu moves.” I hoped this meant the killer used kung fu to kill the women, which would be a genuinely new angle on murdering women on film. Alas, no, he uses a dumb old knife.
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