An aerial view of Vegas kicks off proceedings, and it must be noted that Las Vegas no longer looks like this today.
I can't believe Stardust is no longer around.
What's Las Vegas without the Stardust gambling resort?
Consequences are to be paid when a fixed fight doesn't go to plan, resulting in one fighter being given a joy flight tour around the strip on a helicopter expedition.
While Vegas basks in multi-coloured incandescent nightlife only a few hours away and with daylight saving, a queen of the desert from West Hollywood takes on Dave Loeffler from EYC.
It's an evenly matched fight until police intervention results in a car chase in the LA River.
Just like the Oakland Raiders, Sensei Kreese is quick to leave California and relocate Cobra Kai to Las Vegas, where the best of the best are being assembled to qualify for the American team, even though one Canadian has infiltrated their ranks.
The movie makes a pitstop in Bangkok - it's not really filmed in Bangkok - where the Asian team is qualifying for their team as well, and I find it strange that most of the Thai team is made up of Asian American fighters who come complete with Yankee accents and perfect English.
Hand Doe, of the Asian team, receives more of a welcome in Vegas than the entire American team combined.
Are my eyes deceiving me, or is that that Ice T Stinger from "Pocket Ninjas" again?
He was in last night's movie!
Immature, childish brawls at bowling alleys and wedding chapel funeral homes show a breach of trust between Dave Loeffler and Cinderella. She runs off straight into the arms of Barnes from "Platoon," who's like a Venus flytrap in waiting. It's like that movie "Juice," where Raheem's girl, with a child, runs off into the arms of a drug dealer, and he can take care of her whereas Raheem couldn't.
What's strange about this movie is watching a 13-year-old girl take on Bob Morales from "La Bamba." He smokes her with two good rights, but then it's all downhill from there as the teenager belts him into submission. (She's doing the M She U proud.)
The "Pocket Ninjas" Stinger is named Chin Lamb in this.
He fights the Canadian, who's on the take, and throws the fight because Barnes pays him off.
Barnes is behind all the skulduggery and blackmail.
He even lowers himself to stab Kreese in the shoulder at the end when Dave Loeffler beats Hand Doe.
The movie is all about betrayal and corruption. Even Sensei Kreese is not immune, and it's revealed he was on the take prior to all this going on.
A treacherous American team member sleeps with Thailand's head of the PR division to get inside information on her.
The movie suffers as a result of the two leads, who play brothers. Who are they?
The fights seem a bit on the quiet side and don't reach any great heights.
There's no illusion that this movie is trying to be "Over the Top" meets "Best of the Best," but it's coach class with three busted tires and running on empty diesel fumes. It lacks a certain spark that never truly ignites.
Largely thanks to the unknown "Footloose" male leads who'd be better served in a "Dirty Dancing" or "Road House" movie.
I can't take to the two brothers who star in this.
One of them is an anaemic Richard Marx, who's a lightweight Teflon fairy boy, while the other's your 90s boyband Loeffler member from E. Y. C.
For some reason, watching 90s movies in 2023 doesn't work.
They're flat and without a pulse.
None of this kicking stuff fulfills your desire for violence anymore.
I can't believe Stardust is no longer around.
What's Las Vegas without the Stardust gambling resort?
Consequences are to be paid when a fixed fight doesn't go to plan, resulting in one fighter being given a joy flight tour around the strip on a helicopter expedition.
While Vegas basks in multi-coloured incandescent nightlife only a few hours away and with daylight saving, a queen of the desert from West Hollywood takes on Dave Loeffler from EYC.
It's an evenly matched fight until police intervention results in a car chase in the LA River.
Just like the Oakland Raiders, Sensei Kreese is quick to leave California and relocate Cobra Kai to Las Vegas, where the best of the best are being assembled to qualify for the American team, even though one Canadian has infiltrated their ranks.
The movie makes a pitstop in Bangkok - it's not really filmed in Bangkok - where the Asian team is qualifying for their team as well, and I find it strange that most of the Thai team is made up of Asian American fighters who come complete with Yankee accents and perfect English.
Hand Doe, of the Asian team, receives more of a welcome in Vegas than the entire American team combined.
Are my eyes deceiving me, or is that that Ice T Stinger from "Pocket Ninjas" again?
He was in last night's movie!
Immature, childish brawls at bowling alleys and wedding chapel funeral homes show a breach of trust between Dave Loeffler and Cinderella. She runs off straight into the arms of Barnes from "Platoon," who's like a Venus flytrap in waiting. It's like that movie "Juice," where Raheem's girl, with a child, runs off into the arms of a drug dealer, and he can take care of her whereas Raheem couldn't.
What's strange about this movie is watching a 13-year-old girl take on Bob Morales from "La Bamba." He smokes her with two good rights, but then it's all downhill from there as the teenager belts him into submission. (She's doing the M She U proud.)
The "Pocket Ninjas" Stinger is named Chin Lamb in this.
He fights the Canadian, who's on the take, and throws the fight because Barnes pays him off.
Barnes is behind all the skulduggery and blackmail.
He even lowers himself to stab Kreese in the shoulder at the end when Dave Loeffler beats Hand Doe.
The movie is all about betrayal and corruption. Even Sensei Kreese is not immune, and it's revealed he was on the take prior to all this going on.
A treacherous American team member sleeps with Thailand's head of the PR division to get inside information on her.
The movie suffers as a result of the two leads, who play brothers. Who are they?
The fights seem a bit on the quiet side and don't reach any great heights.
There's no illusion that this movie is trying to be "Over the Top" meets "Best of the Best," but it's coach class with three busted tires and running on empty diesel fumes. It lacks a certain spark that never truly ignites.
Largely thanks to the unknown "Footloose" male leads who'd be better served in a "Dirty Dancing" or "Road House" movie.
I can't take to the two brothers who star in this.
One of them is an anaemic Richard Marx, who's a lightweight Teflon fairy boy, while the other's your 90s boyband Loeffler member from E. Y. C.
For some reason, watching 90s movies in 2023 doesn't work.
They're flat and without a pulse.
None of this kicking stuff fulfills your desire for violence anymore.
