Some Spoilers to follow
Fred Dryer (That guy who played bad ass cop Hunter on TV in the 80s) is bad ass veteran of um, El Salvador, Gunnery Sgt Burns, who is sent to the fictitious country and terrorist haven of Jemal, to whip Jemali terrorist ass, which he does with gritty gusto.
However, the terrorists kidnap his crusty cigar chomping superior Brian Keith, and subject him to a spot of surprisingly graphic power drill torture, partly to get information, and partly for chuckles because they're evil. Not only that, they then evilly suicide bomb the US embassy, killing his buddy.
Burns goes ballistic, but is hampered by a lot of wussy crap from uptight pen pushing US Ambassador to Jemal Paul Winfield, who constantly bleats things like "You gotta do this by the book Sergeant! By the book!!"
However, Gunnery Sgt. Burns is bad ass, played Hunter and does things his way by gawd, and to hell with the consequences, so Winfield's whining only enrages him and causes him to whip even more terrorist ass, this time aided by a handy and intrepid Israeli hit squad, (Who fortunately happen to be in Jemal on an ass kicking mission at the time) thanks to that damn girlie Ambassador Winfield and his "My hands are tied, by the book!" b.s.
Death Before Dishonour is critically... well, not great.
However, it more than makes up for this with cheerful xenophobia, awesome bad ass-ery and testosterone fueled cheese. It also obligingly throws in scenes of evil German terrorist ringleaders in cahoots with those sneaky Jemalis, heroic soldiers who fearlessly throw themselves in front of grenades before patriotically gasping "Take... me... home... sir!" and hot Polish babe Joanna Pacula as a mysterious and alluring war photographer, and will sadden you that the cold war is over, as they just don't make 'em like this no more.
Recommended for rabid right wingers, angry loners, addled military vets, stoners and lovers of jingoistic cheesy goodness, such as myself.
Fred Dryer (That guy who played bad ass cop Hunter on TV in the 80s) is bad ass veteran of um, El Salvador, Gunnery Sgt Burns, who is sent to the fictitious country and terrorist haven of Jemal, to whip Jemali terrorist ass, which he does with gritty gusto.
However, the terrorists kidnap his crusty cigar chomping superior Brian Keith, and subject him to a spot of surprisingly graphic power drill torture, partly to get information, and partly for chuckles because they're evil. Not only that, they then evilly suicide bomb the US embassy, killing his buddy.
Burns goes ballistic, but is hampered by a lot of wussy crap from uptight pen pushing US Ambassador to Jemal Paul Winfield, who constantly bleats things like "You gotta do this by the book Sergeant! By the book!!"
However, Gunnery Sgt. Burns is bad ass, played Hunter and does things his way by gawd, and to hell with the consequences, so Winfield's whining only enrages him and causes him to whip even more terrorist ass, this time aided by a handy and intrepid Israeli hit squad, (Who fortunately happen to be in Jemal on an ass kicking mission at the time) thanks to that damn girlie Ambassador Winfield and his "My hands are tied, by the book!" b.s.
Death Before Dishonour is critically... well, not great.
However, it more than makes up for this with cheerful xenophobia, awesome bad ass-ery and testosterone fueled cheese. It also obligingly throws in scenes of evil German terrorist ringleaders in cahoots with those sneaky Jemalis, heroic soldiers who fearlessly throw themselves in front of grenades before patriotically gasping "Take... me... home... sir!" and hot Polish babe Joanna Pacula as a mysterious and alluring war photographer, and will sadden you that the cold war is over, as they just don't make 'em like this no more.
Recommended for rabid right wingers, angry loners, addled military vets, stoners and lovers of jingoistic cheesy goodness, such as myself.