ridiculous rating

Expected more

I was totally surprised at how great this film.You could feel your paranoia rise as the film went on and as you gradually learned the details of the real situation.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

A crack team of elite federal agents take on arch criminal the Warrior (an effectively imposing portrayal by brawny pro wrestler Marcus Bagwell), a real no-count baddie who not only runs a nefarious operation that's into everything from porn to diamond smuggling, but who also has managed to hack into main computer files and obtain top secret information on all the agents. Writer/director Andy Sidaris happily indulges in his trademark blithely adolescent and hence highly entertaining cinematic mix of wonderfully extensive gratuitous distaff nudity, sizzling soft-core sex, a generous sprinkling of bloody violence, enormous splashy explosions, an amusing sense of self-mocking campy humor (a fierce wrestling match pitting two agents against the Warrior in particular is absolutely gut-busting), and clumsily staged action set pieces. Naturally, there's the customary gaggle of gorgeous gals to keep things hopping (and bouncing) along: divinely tall'n'leggy Amazonian goddess Julie Strain as commander Willow Black, delicious busty blonde Julie K. Smith as the sassy Cobra, impossibly buxom brunette Shae Marks as Tiger, the tasty Raye Hollitt as ruthless evil babe Kym, and yummy brunette Tammy Parks as Scorpion. The rest of the cast likewise have a ball with the kitschy material: Kevin Light and Cristian Letelier as quite likable as a couple of hunky agents, Sidaris movie regular Rodrigo Obregon sleazes it up nicely as oily henchman Manuel, and Gerald Okamura is a total hoot as Asian Elvis impersonator Fu. Mark Morris' polished cinematography gives the picture a neat glossy look. Both Ron Di Iulio's cool jazzy rollicking score and the roaring trash rock soundtrack further enhance the infectiously cheesy merriment. A complete schlocky riot.

Some direct-to-video action films aren't half bad. Some are so bad they've given DTVs the reputation they've developed. DAY OF THE WARRIOR falls in the latter category. I was working at Blockbuster Video in 1997 when this movie hit the shelves. As soon as I saw the cover (featuring two girls whose outfits looked like it could barely contain them while they each held some big automatic weapons), I knew I had to see it. Forget about a story. Heck, forget about intelligence. This film is about some of the most physically-endowed girls I've ever seen trying to stop a terrorist (who looks like a WWF reject) from doing some evil plot. I don't even remember what the guy was up to, and it's probably just as well. This film has nothing going for it with the exception of a good dose of flesh and gunfire. Shae Marks is hot, and deserves a special award for being not one, not two, but three of the best things about this movie.

Caught this on television one night and what a laugher it is. If you like t**s and lots of it, mixed with a brainless to borderline retarded plot of sideshow misfits trying to play spy, this is it. What else would you expect? It's Magnum P.I. rip off knocking the acting down three thousand fold with a ton of silicon.

For a low budget, b-rated film, this movie really stinks. It's another one of those, just face and looks, type of movie. No acting, very stupid action sequences, and a very sorry cast of brainless misfits who try to masquerade as the next Bond group.