Any steel-thewed cop vs. Elephantine goon actioner including the trusty workhorse line: ‘You should have killed me when you had the chance!’ has the potential to be an enjoyably thick-eared DTV time-waster, and happily we soon thug-deep in Seagal/JCVD wronged cop turning super wrong-headed jailbird with brooding Det. Danvers (Dean Cain) ferociously going head to pectorals with towering, roid-raging rapscallion Victor Abott (Paul ‘The Big Show’ Wight’) in the Soska Sisters pleasingly old-school head-knocker ‘Vendetta’, with its myriad knuckle-dragging, jaw-busting fights culminating orgiastically in one bodaciously bloody, free-for-all prison yard riot!

The stone-faced anti-hero Cain is wickedly vengeful as the single-minded, spike-fisted, increasingly sociopathic skell slayer and his towering, Tor Johnson-sized, permanently perspiring nemesis power-grunts his expletive monosyllables with a useful Baritone belligerence. ‘Vendetta’ is so deliciously 90s the glaring omission of a Hed PE track over one of the gore-slathered Laundry room is an almost unforgivable faux pas! The far from static film has a comfortably familiar aspect and the adrenalized fisticuffs, while not always perfectly executed are reliably plentiful, frequently grisly and should keep any shank-happy fight-freaks distracted until the next Scott Adkins beat-down epic comes out. I went into this with ZERO expectations and happily exited entertained and sometimes that’s all I really want from a bruisingly bellicose, gang-banging, plasma-drenched B-movie.