Still not one to mince words he reestablishes their acquaintanceship rather discourteously, like a lot of hard-edged tales from the time blunt criticism confronting stately acrimony.
The ne'er-do-well in combative question is secretly murdering people to gain control, of a powerful union generally known to pursue social justice regarding the Presidency.
Hoping to control the union and thereby take over the White House, he comports himself tyrannically behind the scenes in his trusted realm.
Jackson learns of his malevolence and sets about applying aggrieved aggravation, but Dellaplane then kills his wife for having talked to him and lays the blame squarely on his shoulders.
With nowhere to go and few to rely on he finds himself adjudicating offbeat stages.
With the help of a nightclub singer.
And reliable visceral absurd awkward instinct.
This film was severely critiqued upon its release in 1988, so I unfortunately never watched it, and always thought it lacked production values.
It's not Aliens or Die Hard or The Terminator but it holds its own with Rambo 2 or Raw Deal, meaning I'm surprised Weathers wasn't more of a leading man, as he took the fall for its praise of unions.
Thus, even though the How do you like your ribs? line is an instant classic for the action-packed ages, Action Jackson said positive things about forbidden gatherings in American culture.
It even makes unions look powerful and at the same time honest and proactive, it doesn't shortsightedly vilify them or call into question their versatile communities.
Cult status still effectively emerges along with the unsung unionist accolades, too bad Weathers never became a leading man, or had a career like Treat Williams or Roddy Piper (racism perhaps).
Still fun to see him whenever he popped up even if he wasn't leading the way.
Cool careers made in Hollywood like none other.
Back in the hardboiled uprooted day.
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