Death Kiss (2018) – Rene Perez.

If the bemusing concept of a craggy Bronson lookalike serially annihilating skeevey street thugs in a bullet-blasted haze of ultra-bloody squib mess sounds sexy, Death Kiss is arguably worth puckering up for! To atone for the evil this moustachioed man must do, aided by vitriolic radio jock (Daniel Baldwin), pseudo Bronson (Robert Kovacs) unleashes his recycled rite of brutal justice. The film's routine text and technical aspects are mostly competent, Death Kiss pretty much stands or falls upon whether, or not, Kovacs can cut the mustard, and I feel Grey Poupon better watch his deliciously aromatic back! One sincerely hopes Death Kiss inspires an action trend, I'd personally relish the reality of seeing a retrograded, Nico-slender Seagal clone kill-fest. After a chutney ferret/Tiktok terrorist/CrossFit Cro-Magnon executes his greatly beloved Korean sensei, slinky Seagal seeks the bloodiest vengeance; his cruel Ford Fairlane lookalike nemesis ruing the day he fatefully vexed this pony-tailed, psychopathically bone-snapping savage!