You haven’t seen a gay action movie shot until you’ve seen Chuck look back over his shoulder as he dispatches an enemy with his devastating tailpipe.

With Bronson fighting rival drug gangs, it stands to reason that people are gonna die.

Marine ends Middle East terrorism with his bare hands.

Joining Van Damme in the gay parade are gang members who wear mink stoles, sleeveless vests, and more glaze than J.C. himself.

Really, any political content just kind of confused mess to serve as backdrop for all the ninjanity.

I had to air out the house after watching it.

There’s more at work here than a generous slab of man candy.

The Marines: Fight. Kill. Chug Cock

It is one of the more depressing sights in life to witness Charles Bronson not taking great pleasure in cold-blooded murder.