Fit to Kill is another in the series of sexploitation/action flicks directed by Andy Sidaris. This one is in fact a sequel to the earlier Hard Hunted. It's probably an improvement on that one I reckon because I seem to think it had more breasts in it. Let's be honest, the semi-nude super-hot women are by some distance the principal reasons to watch Sidaris movies. This one is well stacked (and racked) with hotties that's for sure. We have blonde bombshell Dona Speir, the Amazonian Julie Strain as a black-clad assassin, the rather gorgeous Ava Caddell as a DJ who turns up for work in not much more than her underwear and busty beauty Sandra Wild who has an excellent habit of standing around in the pool with her top off. You can't really argue with any of that to be perfectly honest and Sidaris is the only director who seems to have made these Playmate-populated action girl movies, so fair play to him for coming up with what is a pretty good idea I have to say.
The plot-line is about a stolen diamond. That's all anyone needs to know because the story is no more than a McGuffin that allows us to see breasts and explosions. Oh, and many of the crappy remote-controlled gadgets that Sidaris is so bizarrely fond of. I would be somewhat surprised if I discovered the secret service ever actually used a remote-controlled buggy to dispatch of their enemies. The very beautiful special agents in this one tend to go around in bikinis and small tight tops, which worked for me. Unfortunately, there are the usual problems that Sidaris films have, such as poorly executed action scenes and, worst of all, really annoying comedy-relief hit-men. This pair weren't even killed which was really a bit unfortunate. Of additional trivia, we have ex James Bond Roger Moore's actual son, R.J Moore, feature in a fantasy Bond sequence involving a barely dressed Dona Speir. All-in-all, one of the better Sidaris flicks overall.
The plot-line is about a stolen diamond. That's all anyone needs to know because the story is no more than a McGuffin that allows us to see breasts and explosions. Oh, and many of the crappy remote-controlled gadgets that Sidaris is so bizarrely fond of. I would be somewhat surprised if I discovered the secret service ever actually used a remote-controlled buggy to dispatch of their enemies. The very beautiful special agents in this one tend to go around in bikinis and small tight tops, which worked for me. Unfortunately, there are the usual problems that Sidaris films have, such as poorly executed action scenes and, worst of all, really annoying comedy-relief hit-men. This pair weren't even killed which was really a bit unfortunate. Of additional trivia, we have ex James Bond Roger Moore's actual son, R.J Moore, feature in a fantasy Bond sequence involving a barely dressed Dona Speir. All-in-all, one of the better Sidaris flicks overall.