Lamas plays stereotypical beefcake complete with bike and leathers riding about and beating people up, determined to shake off his illegal bare knuckle battles now that his debts are paid off yet the bleeding hoodlums who run the racket won't let him be. He's wanted for one last brawl, yet upon his refusal, the meanies get mean and start to terrorise the poor chap, torn between his life and his loyalty to others. A pointless B-movie with arthouse credentials, the film is more pretentious than classy, and a complete waste of time even if there is nothing else on.
Review of Night of the Warrior
