Amateurish acting, poorly lit sets, woeful fighting scenes saved only by some of the best late '80s mullets outside of a poodle rock video.
This is atrocious poop and only a Pepin/Merhi completist like me should contemplate viewing it. A crowd of chums and pyramids of beers would do nothing to elevate it and it scrapes a single star for the final ten minutes where the comically named Roger Rodd (his real name) fights back to back with another goon as they harness the power of the fabled NK-2 assault weapon. It appears this cannon with five flavours of ammo gives the user the firepower of a platoon.
Unfortunately, I only saw one guy firing dry ice and the other gimboid firing sparks into empty log cabins. The big bad - Strike Force - consists of two mullets and a cap-wearing angler, hardly the right-wing terrorist army promised in the excruciating build-up. The last minute almost makes the preceding dreck woth sitting through; admittedly like finding a diamond in a pool of raw sewage. I will not spoil it here but your chuckle muscle will probably expire from overuse.