On a budget that would barely cover one of Arnies cigars, that other body builder-cum-film star Hulk Hogan essentially remakes True Lies, this time with Jamie Lee Curtis replaced by the streetwise antics of a bunch of kids.
The Hulkster stars as a Bond-esque secret agent doing his bit for world peace, while his embarrassed son (McCurley) thinks hes a bumbling klutz running a toy shop, and whose latest dare devil mission involves relieving a vampish megalomaniac (Down) of a revolutionary laser gun. But no sooner is it in his grasp, than her crazed henchman tracks him down, forcing him to explain to his son that dear old dads no dud after all.
Where the film departs from True Lies is that whereas Curtis had precious little function beyond flashing her pins and emitting the odd shriek, here its the youngsters who have to do the rescuing when our hero finds himself under lock and key. Naturally, they are the stock Hollywood gung-ho juveniles.
However, unlike Schwarzeneggers straight-faced efforts, Hogan at least opts for playing with tongue firmly in cheek, parodying his larger-than-life persona, but still looking ill at ease in any scene in which he isnt called upon to commit an act of violence.
With a little less overacting from the supporting cast, and a touch more imagination, this could have been lowbrow fun. As it is, its bland, only occasionally entertaining, nonsense.