distant signals from the wicked weird cinema of the past
Two kickfighting meatheads reluctantly team up to rescue the kidnapped daughter of a mutual former squeeze. Can they put aside their bitter jealousies to work towards a common goal or will they be compelled to settle their differences during a rainy and completely unnecessary mud wrestling match?
A film where underground kickboxing, blindness, bar fighting, vomiting at the morgue, and a fuzzy guitar soundtrack collide.
The rare b-grade action film that delivers what its title promises and its box art fails to convey: actual blood on actual hands!
Death Ray Dive 