"Look what I made with a Camcorder and three kickboxers!"
The Strike (a.k.a. Fighting Chance) most resembles a home movie culled together be a few good friends, most of whom are kickboxers. That alone doesn’t mean it’s a bad movie, but the atrocious acting, painfully derivative and generic plot, and laughable screenplay go a long way to convincing you that it’s fairly awful.I hate to bash on such a clearly low-budget affair, but I owe a miniscule shred of honesty to my devoted reader(s); The Strike is, at every conceivable turn, hilariously bad. Hey, I guess that means it DOES have some entertainment value…
The plot revolves around two kickboxing brothers, one an ex-cop with inner turmoil, and one an aspiring fighter who ends up mixing with the wrong crowd. This plot comes courtesy of about 14 scenes of seemingly endless exposition, all of which is offered by actors who clearly have no aspirations of quitting their day jobs. Every 25 minutes or so, a kickboxing brawl breaks out.
Note to filmmakers: if your audience can see five inches of oxygen between your hero’s foot and your villain’s face...you’re not very good at directing action sequences. Most of the henchmen in this flick seem to drop to the ground through the sheer force of foot-induced wind and forward momentum. Fight scenes shouldn’t induce peals of laughter.
Then the movie takes...a nasty turn. When the younger brother’s girlfriend is kidnapped (in order to blackmail the fighter into...oh, never mind) by a vicious Asian gang, we’re then subjected to some decidedly unsavory rape sequences. How nice. All this in an effort to get our heroes into ‘infuriated kickboxing’ mode…and this they do.
If you’ve ever wondered what a movie created entirely by amateur kickboxers would look like, ponder no further.Written, directed, and performed by nobody you’ve ever heard of before, The Strike is so low-rent, it’s unlikely you’ll ever picket. (Ha, sorry.)