Review of Assault on Death Mountain

The only point of interest in this film, for me at least, was the presence of Shannon Tweed. Aging like fine wine and kicking a$$ with grace, she proves once again that she had definite "action heroine" potential that could have taken her career in a totally different path, if she had chosen to go that way. Carl Weathers also emerges with his dignity intact. But what else is there for us to see? Hulk Hogan "haunted" by flashbacks of his traumatic past, in a role way beyond his reach? The heroes never getting shot in the gunfights despite the fact that they rarely bother to take cover? The all-American nut Martin Kove yelling "Yi-Ha!" while mowing down dozens of evil Arabs? Um, no thank you, I'll take Tweed. Too bad she's too old now to make another action movie. (**)