I don't know how many times I've come across the film in stores that were selling their ex-rental tapes, to have the film in my hands to only put it back. I don't know why; as it seemed it could be a juicy throwback to the Reagan era of dumb-down patriotic action set in the Middle East. "Delta Force" anyone. Well after watching it, you can't say it disappoints on that point. Strangely it starts of slow, but then its wears its pride with ridiculous glee with gung-ho activity with brutal and unsparing carnage as the tersely hardened Fred Dyer goes berserk (sometimes with a rocket launcher, all maybe a shotgun) when one of his men and close friend/colonel are kidnapped by Arab terrorists who are working with some German/or were they Russian mercenaries. I'll go German. They were extremely evil too, especially in their intro were they completely demolish a dinner table by machine gun and I almost forgot a diplomatic family. Dyer's Sgt. character likes to do things his way, but Paul Winfield's American ambassador does things by the book. They clash in the most clichéd manner, but this won't stop Dyer. He wants payback. And boy does he get it. So what we get is explosions galore
you know suicidal bombing, slow-motion car chases that end in explosions and then the chaotic ambush filled with explosions / gunfire at the bad guy's hideout. Throw in robotic bad guys - the German pair takes the cake, cringe-worthy torture, stilted dialogues, macho posturing, marine instincts, flag waving, dummy stunt work and a stunning Joanna Pacula as an internationalist photographer. The material is quite one-sided in its viewpoint, but because of this it manages to strike some unintentional laughs in its leave no one behind mindset. Brian May contributes to the funky score. Simple, raw and cheap, but effectively busy in what it sets out to achieve; chintzy, but no-bull action exploitation that makes a lot of noise.
"You're dead marine"
"You're dead marine"