Race car (and man of assorted skills) Blaine Striker invades the tiny island of Santa Heron to team up with the local PhD candidates to take down a very drunk Oliver Reed's nasty plan to repeat the Cuban Missile Crisis. Shenanigans ensue....

Rage to Kill is about as VHS 80's icon as you can imagine. It's the perfect film to have gone into your local tape rental store (the good ol days), go to the action section, judge movies only by the box the tape comes in and keep your fingers crossed that you didn't get a snoozefest. What you instead get here is a bonkers plot, drunk actors, sexy coeds with guns, Russian missiles and many explosions that don't line up.

Oliver Reed wins the award for the drunkest we've ever seen him on screen, beating out the Oliver Reed we saw Hired to Kill. It's wonderfully unprofessional but from the start to finish his lack of couth is a spectacle. At one point he's in a hot tub with some topless ladies and we aren't really sure if it's actually in the script or if they just filmed it and slapped it in the film.

The plot is nanners, doesn't make any sense, never manages to get on beat and usually just involves getting college kids and villagers murdered by militants. It all centers around a guy who has no reason to be action guy and is only on the island because his mom was worried about his little brother. I guess you'd end up with a bunch dead coeds and villagers if you put Blaine Striker in charge.

Rage to Kill boils down to a solid late night action film for you and a few riffers. We give it 3 "do's" and hope you enjoy it as much as we did.