This is a glum little on-the-run-from-the-mob story not worth your time. It's filmed in Canada and is no advertisement for our northern neighbor. Grimy locations and grainy photography makes this film hard to watch, and the writing leaves us nobody to care about. Sure, it's always a pleasure to see the hero (Svenson) get pushed to the wall by the cocky bad guys and then take their arrogance and stuff it back in their faces. But what took Svenson so long, and why is it so darn easy when he does? The mafioso, lead by Colicos, act like idiots (even scared off by Svenson pointing his finger at them like it's a gun!) Then there is the obligatory car tumble leading to an explosion... followed later by the topper: A house tumbling over and exploding! Not sure what would make the small home/office burst into flames but it provides the last moment of the film, our hero Bo sitting atop his convenient bulldozer in glum triumph. Of course it's hard to tell what you're seeing since this film looks like it was filmed through the moist gauze of someone's armpit sweat. And the soundtrack is just as oft-putting, consisting of that dreadful 70's horror movie-like synthesizer drivel. But Svenson at least tries, and at his size he can't help but fill the screen (and makes sure to wear tight jeans---a common sight for our male heroes back in the mid-seventies). Bob Clark went on to do 'Porky's' and 'A Christmas Story' but there's no humor to be found here.
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