I was a big fan of martial arts star Cynthia Rothrock during the '80s (In the Line of Duty 2, Above The Law, Shanghai Express), but stopped following her career soon after she left the Hong Kong movie scene to make films in the States. Guardian Angel makes me think that I didn't miss much.
In this mediocre martial arts action flick from director Richard W. Munchkin, Rothrock plays tough policewoman Christine McKay, who gives up law enforcement to become a bodyguard after her fiancé is fatally shot in the line of duty. When millionaire playboy Lawton Hobbs (Daniel McVicar) calls McKay looking for protection from an obsessive ex-girlfriend, little does she realise that the woman in question is Nina (Lydie Denier), the psychotic counterfeiter who killed her lover in cold blood.
This weak plot offers little in the way of ingenuity, meaning that the film is only as good as its action scenes. As usual, Rothrock's agility compensates for her wooden acting, but Munchkin's uninspired direction does the star few favours; the same can be said of her awful wardrobe, which includes a really nasty pair of baggy denim jeans with stone washed areas on the seat that are far from flattering.
After lots of so-so bouts of kicking and punching (plus plenty more fashion disasters from all concerned), the film wraps matters up with a mediocre chase scene involving a jet-ski, a helicopter, and a pair of speedboats.
In this mediocre martial arts action flick from director Richard W. Munchkin, Rothrock plays tough policewoman Christine McKay, who gives up law enforcement to become a bodyguard after her fiancé is fatally shot in the line of duty. When millionaire playboy Lawton Hobbs (Daniel McVicar) calls McKay looking for protection from an obsessive ex-girlfriend, little does she realise that the woman in question is Nina (Lydie Denier), the psychotic counterfeiter who killed her lover in cold blood.
This weak plot offers little in the way of ingenuity, meaning that the film is only as good as its action scenes. As usual, Rothrock's agility compensates for her wooden acting, but Munchkin's uninspired direction does the star few favours; the same can be said of her awful wardrobe, which includes a really nasty pair of baggy denim jeans with stone washed areas on the seat that are far from flattering.
After lots of so-so bouts of kicking and punching (plus plenty more fashion disasters from all concerned), the film wraps matters up with a mediocre chase scene involving a jet-ski, a helicopter, and a pair of speedboats.