Nothing to brag about, not even about the restricted audience. Los Angeles in all its shady business dealing with city planning and city development, no cinema industry, but a lot of football.
A football player gets kicked out of the Outlaws, the football team, or at least one of the football teams, of Los Angeles after a broken shoulder or something like that. He gets involved with some "friend" who is as crooked as my arm when I blow my nose. That "friend" wants him to find his disappeared girl friend. She is the daughter of an important business woman who is doing in city development, meaning real estate speculation for the rich, the very rich, away from Beverley Hill. Behind her there is a man who is the real maker of deals, generally with money or blackmailing.
Our kicked out football player accepts to look for the girl, falls in love, brings her back against all odds since a killer had been sent after them and then he manages to put his hand on the treasure chest of a crooked lawyer just after the latter was killed and the former has the power to blackmail everyone he wants. That's what I call a kushy pushy job. Lovely Jubbly!
So he accepts to disappear, he gets trials with football teams out of Los Angeles, but he cannot get the girl. Too bad.
And that's all. It is no new thing that city planning and real estate development are rotten to the core. It is no new thing that sports competition and football games are in a way or another "arranged" by some people who make money out of it. They say rigged like the football players who are rigged with their padding and masks and helmets, etc. You are sure to win when the result has been well cushioned ahead of time. So the film is in no way a masterpiece, except maybe if you could speak of a B masterpiece, the way some speak of B movies.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU