And that's okay. It really is. Out for Blood isn't high-art. It doesn't stick to your ribs. More importantly, it doesn't make for interesting dinner conversation. Saying something to the effect of "Shari Shattuck was absolutely wonderful in Robert W. Munchkin's Out for Blood!" might get you kicked out of your snobby little film club. Try it sometime and tell me if I'm right.

This kind of motion picture experience literally beats the enjoyment out of you. Didn't like this particular fight scene? Okay, how about this one. Or this one. Or that one. Sooner or later you're bound to stumble across one or two that tickle your fancy. Throw in a half-baked revenge plot and a few decent performances to help drive the story and there you have it: a high-calorie B-Grade martial arts picture which, as you know, is the very essence of guilty pleasure.

Out for Blood is one of the better movies Mr. Wilson starred in during the '90s. Not only do you get plenty of interesting fights and lots of nifty shoot-outs, you also get to witness The Dragon's patented angry face. And you haven't lived until you've seen the guy get angry. Director Richard W. Munchkin (Ring of Fire, Deadly Bet) does an admirable job of keeping everything on track and as interesting as its insipid script will allow. It's not going to make you a hardcore B-movie fanatic, obviously, but I'm sure it'll supply a hefty dose Vitamin GT (Good Times) for those who don't mind their action epics a little on the shallow side. And if you're looking to dip your toes into The Dragon's exhaustive body of work, this is a great place to start.

Karate Man will graciously guide you through the rest.