Not even being in the slammer for tax-dodging can stop Wesley Snipes kicking ass in direct-to-DVD clag.
Game Of Death is your standard CIA-Mafia-doublecrossing-flashback-nonsense familiar from a million Seagal/Van Damme timewasters – although props to the screenwriters for the scene where Snipes gets trapped in a psych ward with nutters convinced he’s their doc.
A lightweight Making Of is a Snipes-free zone, presumably filmed after he’d donned the orange jumpsuit.
Still, after watching his hand-slapping, neck-snapping jujitsu moves, you realise he doesn’t have to worry about dropping the soap in the shower...
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