Wow.
I liked this film as a kid. But that was before I knew anything about REAL martial arts, REAL relationships with women, and most importantly, REAL FILM MAKING. I can't believe it took three writers to come up with this hackneyed, cliche and terribly awkward script. I've always contended that Jean-Claude Van Damme was more a ballet dancer than an actual martial artist, and this film confirms that suspicion. Sure, he's pretty...but the "fight" scenes look so choreographed, especially in today's market (what with all the "real" Bloodsport type events on television and in films like the first Bourne film where the fight scenes are fantastically choreographed), that they come off as laughable and prissy. Ugh - I should have left this one in my memory.