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The Perfect Weapon
No gun. No knife. No equal.
Jeff, a young delinquent, is enrolled by his father in a kenpo school, in the hopes of teaching the boy some self-discipline. Years later, Jeff's mentor, Kim, is being threatened by one of the Korean mafia families. Jeff tries to help his old friend, but is too late to prevent Kim's death at the hands of an unknown hitman. Vowing revenge, Jeff takes on all of the families, using his martial arts skills to find the man who killed his friend.
Jeff fuckin' Speakman is the Perfect fuckin' Weapon. Oh fuckin' Snap. Sweatpants and Kenpo. Mother fuckin' Mako. Flashbacks. Pole vaulting. Bully beatdown. Eviction. Tigers and Dragons. Jeff's hair as he drives. Vandalism. Spider tattoos. Professor Toru fuckin' Tanaka. An antique. Home invasion. Choosing the wrong mother fucker to rob. A detective with a halo. Jeff's jeans. James fuckin' Hong. A Law and Order cameo. The way Jeff walks into a nightclub. Al fuckin' Leone. Shang Tsung without a finishing move. A sleeper hold. Fire extinguisher ownage. The fastest runner with a foul fuckin' mouth. Taser gun. Brotherly love. The oldest trick in the book. Kenpo sticks. Going all Superman on some mother fuckers. A boat straight outta Miami Vice. Faster than a speeding belt. Kaboom! Whose got the power now? Jeff fuckin' Speakman is a Kenpo machine. Kick ass fighting. Awful dialogue. Fun. Fun. Fun.
American martial-arts fight-fest starring Kenpo black-belt, Jeff Speakman, on a quest to avenge the murder of his mentor by the Korean Mafia.
Speakman isn't a great actor, lacking the charisma to sustain a career as a leading man, but when it comes to action, he's a lethal fighting machine, letting his fists and feet do the talking in an impressive array of armed and unarmed fight sequences. The action is thick and fast and is well-handled by KICKBOXER director Mark DiSalle, with plenty of fights, chases, and stealth assaults -and it's pretty violent too.
Worth a look if you're a fight fan who just wants to see some brutal and mindless action.
Imagina que te dan pasta para petarlo con un Van Damme en el 91 y tú decides poner de prota al puto MacGruber. Obra maestra.
Jean-Claude Van Damme and Steven Seagal certainly had the Hollywood action market cornered during the early 90's, but martial arts fans would be wise not to pass up this B-movie gem starring Jeff Speakman. The well-oiled Kenpo practitioner was granted the spotlight for at least one theatrical venture. While Speakman may look like he belongs more in a Kohl's catalog than an action flick and his acting is a little stiff, he sure knows how to help choreograph a hard-hitting fight scene.
Kenpo differs from other forms of martial arts in that the goal appears to be to chain a never-ending stream of punches to your opponent's face, almost like a fighting arcade game come to life. While other so-called…
Better than most "white dude takes on the bad guys with his martial arts skills" movies of the time. Speakman's got the moves physically, and man, the sound editor was working overtime on this one to add as much bass as possible to every moment of contact in this movie. That goes a long way.
If you had to manufacture an action movie star from scratch, The Perfect Weapon is one of the better attempts to do so. It's a shame the world was sick of these things when it came out, because Jeff Speakman has legit skills which the movie amplifies with great sound design and well shot fight scenes. It's readily available on Blu-ray and on streaming services, and it's worth a look.
If the mission was to neutralize Jeff Speakman's career, then this was The Perfect Weapon. Dude, has zero charisma. Movies can be so bad they're good and so can actors. But Speakman proves you can't be so uncharismatic that it's charismatic.
My first Jeff Speakman joint. Dude should have gone on to a long career but it didn't happen for him. This was a stupid-fun movie. He straight wrecks dudes when he busts out those Kenpo sticks.
The Perfect Weapon. The Perfect Action fodder when there is nothing else on offer.
Watching this made me aware again how many distinct Asian bit players and character actors there were in action movies of 80s and early 90s that kept on popping up at every opportunity.
The perfect way to fall asleep though martial arts-induced boredom.
so I came across this at like 4 in the morning on cinemax action channel and there are a couple of sad facts that came up due to this chance finding one was I was intrigued and decided to watch and the second is I have already watched this movie I think these two statements are very telling about what kind of sick action movie fan I am. Now that I have shared a little background to the review this movie is the definition of late eighties early nineties B action films where hard luck diamond in the rough misunderstood white kid gets guidance from elderly asian mentor and learns some type of martial arts (kenpo in this film) then…
Cheapy martial arts flick with charisma vacuum Jeff Speakman as the Kenpo expert at its centre. Mako was in it - I like him! Also, some stuff from Prof Tanaka and maybe Rufio from Hook....not much to say, some quick handed fighting and hot pole vault action - needed way more of this. Nope.
Watched at WoFF lite minus Neary.
He's a dangerous... sexy... animal... on the prowl.
The foley artists must have had a blast working on this. Jeff Speakman elbows someone in the nuts, and the sound effect used sounded like a boot getting stuck ankle-deep in mud. He clubs someone over the head with a fire extinguisher, it sounds like a gong. He gets into a long fight with three other dudes, and the exact same punch sound is used for every blow (and there were a lot of blows), until Speakman ends the fight by playing bongos on a dude's face, which comes out sounding like the pitter-patter of a dog's paws on a wood floor.
Jeff Speakman is a likable actor but this film has barely any story. Professor Toru Tanaka, the poor man's Bolo Leung, is an odd choice as the superhuman villain, in that he can barely walk.
A dispiritingly perfect distillation of a minor but generationally significant art form - the low-budget martial arts moron movie, in which a white man rendered poignantly redundant by Steven Seagal forces all demands of plot and style to submit to the unyielding aesthetic logic of his mildly balletic ferocity. But Jeff Speakman isn't much of a screen presence, so the requisite displays of ass-kicking competence don't have any emotional resonance to them, and after awhile, the picturesque parade of the sleaziest penthouse splendor a b-movie can afford isn't enough to grant redemptive grace and meaning to this relic of an era when Cinemax's need for Saturday night programming filler kept an entire sub-industry afloat
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