'Russian Terminator' aka 'The Russian Ninja' (1989) Dir. Mats Helge Olsson.

If Tommy Wiseau had concocted his own wantonly WFT-raddled Ninja actioner, Helge Olsson's funky fight farrago would win by a knock-out! Right from the goofy get go, Russian Ninja is the clowning apex of batso bad movie buffoonery! The main alpha dude, Mark (Frederick Offrein) resembles a Poundland, Gunnar Hansen, fights like a girl, and delivers dismal dialogue with phonetic monotony!?! This scrappy Scandinavian slug-fest is a cascading wonder of deliciously inept Ninja nut-baggery! No more Russian than a seething barrel of frightfully fermented Surströmming, 'Russian Ninja' has lost little of its wayward charm! Mirthsome idiot savant dialogue, spectacularly sissified fisticuffs, and squib-tastic gun play, guarantees that the gonzo entertainment of, Mats Helge's immaculately inane B-Movie belter cannot be denied!

The pulpy 'plot' concerns a shadowy moustachioed government official (Timothy Earle) tasking sweater-clad silver fox, Mark to protect his bodacious-looking daughter, Eve (Helle), who somewhat implausibly has been press-ganged into stealing some of her father's most valuable, détente dashing documents! The espionage elements are a potage of piffle, happily adding another viscous layer of savoury B-Movie cheesiness to it all. The Russian Ninja has everything, with boundless daftness to spare! I can't believe that I have been saying ninja incorrectly all these years, it's Neen-ja! Who'd a thunk it, eh? NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN-JAAAAAAAAAA!!!! There's much golden grot herein, with a big laff as the 'Russian Ninja' is fatefully unmasked, Eva gushing her lurid appreciation of her sinewy saviour, even though he looks like a jar of cold farts!