I really don't get the hype.

If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

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.

Fit to Kill is the sequel to Hard Hunted, with villain Kane (R.J. Moore, Roger's son) once again causing trouble for the sexy federal agents of Molokai; this time, he's just one of several parties interested in laying their grubby mitts on a massive diamond stolen from Russia during WWII.Clearly, in terms of plot, the film is not that different to Hard Hunted, but it does prove marginally more entertaining than its predecessor thanks to a lot more cheeze and the introduction of statuesque B-movie babe Julie Strain as deadly assassin Blu Steele **BA strikes a Zoolander pose as he types**, who 'steeles' the show with her killer bod and interesting choice of attire (eg. black body stocking with diamanté detailing).The film opens with Donna and Nicole (Dona Speir and Roberta Vasquez) interrupted mid-frolic under a waterfall in order to take down a couple of gun-toting thugs; this scenario turns out to be nothing more than a paint-ball training exercise for the agents, very dumb since the girls are wearing skimpy, skin-tight cameo-gear that would leave them bruised for months if they were shot.The action starts for real after the ladies are assigned to attend a swanky party where the diamond is to be returned to Russia by current owner Mr.Chang. The jewel is stolen before it can be handed over, and it is up to the big-breasted babes to apprehend those responsible. From hereon-in it's the usual succession of dumb gun-fights, explosions, and soft-core sexual interludes (including a doozy with Vasquez), only sillier and even more tongue-in-cheek than before.Fit to Kill features such trashy nonsense as a visit to the shop that satisfies director Sidaris' s craving for remote control vehicles, the same pair of bumbling assassins that messed up their hits in the previous two movies screwing up yet again, Cynthia Brimhall posing for a erotic photo session, buxom DJ Ava (Ava Cadell) lounging around at KSXY radio with her equally top-heavy assistant Sandy (Sandra Wild), and R.J. Moore fantasising about being Bond.Best of all, though, is Blu indulging in a spot of slap 'n' tickle with Burke (Brett Baxter Clark), captain of Kane's yacht: as the pair get down to business, the horny hit-woman utters the immortal line ' You naughty nautical boy'. Hilarious!!!

"Fit To Kill" is the sequel to "Hard Hunted" with the same villain Kane (R.J. Moore) who is this time trying to steal a priceless diamond. Agent Donna Hamilton (Dona Speir) is on his track, but she has to realize there are more parties interested in the jewel than just Kane...Excellent story this time, to me one of the best from the Lethal Ladies series. Julie Strain is added to the familiar cast from "Hard Hunted". She gets a great introduction scene, working out on a balcony, whereas Dona Speir and R.J. Moore get a Bond dream scene and the best dialog they ever had. Sidaris' gadget obsession with remote control cars, boats and helicopters is taken to its all-time high with the duel of two heavily armed "baby helicopters". Two silly killers who blow up themselves in an attempted assassination turn the toy obsession into a comedy element which is the only possibility to top that. Regular actor Rodrigo Obregon plays a Russian diplomat - and he's a good guy, exceptionally. Note: this is the 8th out of my 12 reviews for the works of Andy Sidaris, in chronological order.

For a B movie, it comes pretty near to being almost like a what a normal movie would be if it had a lot more gratuitous nudity and violence, and in addition to that, it has Julie Strain in it. What more could you want?When you consider that Sidaris is working almost exclusively with ex-playboy playmates and penthouse pets, it's actually quite a spectacular accomplishment.If you only compare it with other straight to video type movies, you can see how uncommon this type of film making is.Sidaris is to be congratulated for bringing actual talent to a segment of the film market that usually gets passed over.