To make a long story short, John kicks some tail, tosses some poor goober off the roof of a building, and is dubbed "Karate Man" by some dirty homeless broad who just happened to see the entire show from the safety of her cardboard box. The media has a field day, the police are up in arms, and our hero is feeling pretty damn good about himself.

So good, in fact, that he begins hunting down criminals on a nightly basis. Be it gangs armed with automatic weapons or gangs armed with molotov cocktails or gangs armed with really great hair, Decker will fearlessly face them all in his snazzy Nike track suit. As you may already have guessed, John's adventures as a martial arts vigilante ultimately lead him to those seedy rascals who killed his beloved family. Armed to the teeth and ready to take down anyone who threatens their lucrative drug operation, this multi-ethnic organization proves to be quite a challenge for our hero. Can Decker infiltrate a high-profile drug cartel and eliminate the blood-thirsty bastards who killed his family before they stop his well-intentioned crusade against evil?

Enjoying something as stupid as Out for Blood really depends on what you ask from it. If you say, "Hey there, Mr. B-movie! Give me something intelligent and meaningful and absent of those pesky plot holes or I'm gonna get really steamed!" there's a good chance you'll be completely disappointed with this particular outing. Trust me on this one. I know what I'm talking about.

In fact, you should probably avoid every flick that features Don "The Dragon" Wilson in either starring or supporting roles. The only thing this type of production is good for is a 90-minute jolt of adrenaline or, perhaps, a good solid belly laugh. Again, that really depends on what you're looking for. I, myself, fall somewhere in-between; while I think these movies are unintentionally hilarious, I'm still oddly drawn to their uber-amusing fight sequences. Depends on my mood, really.

Because my soggy wit knows no bounds, I've actually crafted a name for this kind of picture: Disposable Cinema. You watch it, you enjoy it, and then you forget all about it. For example, I know that at some point in the film Decker confronts a gaggle of goons in a train yard, yet I couldn't tell you why he was there or how he escaped. All I know is that shots were fired, one or two people fell from an elevated surface, and our hero managed to live to fight another day. You see? Utterly disposable. Though the lingering feeling of being entertained remains, I have tossed out the specifics like yesterday's tube socks in order to make room for grocery lists and Kids in the Hall quotes.