80s B-movie that is delightfully over-the-top in every way. A tale as old as time itself: a mysterious hero who's reputation precedes comes to a town/city/home/school that is down on it's luck and in need of protection. The whole this is pretty remarkable in the best/worst way you can imagine. Watching it on VHS was the highlight of the experience. Not to be taken seriously and quite forgettable but still fun.
I daresay this film successfully has its cake and eats it too. Like when it's espousing the values of pacifism and how "no one wins a fight" while ripping out throats. But it somehow also manages to be an antidote to toxic masculinity? Just because Swayze is kind of lovely in this? And he only does those bad things because the stupid idiots drove him to. And he is a humanist though he deals with the worst humans.
A film of cinematic rarity in that it transcends its own badness, becoming a fascinating time-capsule into '80's definitions of wealth and machismo. It's smile-ear-to-ear enjoyable, and dumber than that one dude that f&*ked those other dudes in prison; a kung-fu directed with a Southern drawl and T&A by a guy named Rowdy. A minor gem.
for a long time i underestimated the qualities of this film, but the truth is it surpasses an enormous amount of those in its genre. it has character, fine action and i'll even say acting (yeah, i said it), a very well developed storyline, atmosphere and an amazing soundtrack. this really is a package of goodies! lemme quote the main man as a finishing touch "brad wesley picked me, and when he did, he fucked up!"