Fred "The Hammer" Williamson displays plenty of charisma in this goofy but fun globe trotting adventure. The Hammer plays Jefferson Bolt, a hotshot international courier. He's hired by a mysterious British man (Byron Webster) to transport a suitcase full of money from Hong Kong to Mexico City by way of Los Angeles. As fate would have it, a fair amount of the criminal element are eager to get their hands on this booty. Bolt takes on all comers, and blows up lots of stuff real good, and naturally also finds time to make sweet, sweet love to the ladies.
"That Man Bolt" suffers from a convoluted plot, by Charles Eric Johnson and Ranald MacDougall, which may have viewers scratching their heads. But if one can go with the flow, they'll find that this escapist fare kills time agreeably enough. It's an offbeat mixture of blaxploitation, comedy, international intrigue, and martial arts. The filmmakers are wise never to take things too seriously, which does help a great deal. Even when Bolts' lovely lady friend, singer Samantha Nightingale (Teresa Graves, who gets to belt out two numbers), is written out of the action, he seems to get over it without too much problem. The action is competently executed, and the violence won't be too graphic for some in the audience. (You gotta love it when a hood attempts to gun down Bolt and gets a mirror shard in the neck for his troubles.) Accompanying the various goings-on is a wonderfully lively score composed by the great Charles Bernstein.
The Hammer is just as cool as can be, and is well supported by Graves, Webster, Masatoshi Nakamura as a slimy villain, and Jack Ging as Bolts' Las Vegas buddy, a casino owner.
If you're a Hammer fan, you'll be pleased, even if overall the movie is not one of his best.
Seven out of 10.
"That Man Bolt" suffers from a convoluted plot, by Charles Eric Johnson and Ranald MacDougall, which may have viewers scratching their heads. But if one can go with the flow, they'll find that this escapist fare kills time agreeably enough. It's an offbeat mixture of blaxploitation, comedy, international intrigue, and martial arts. The filmmakers are wise never to take things too seriously, which does help a great deal. Even when Bolts' lovely lady friend, singer Samantha Nightingale (Teresa Graves, who gets to belt out two numbers), is written out of the action, he seems to get over it without too much problem. The action is competently executed, and the violence won't be too graphic for some in the audience. (You gotta love it when a hood attempts to gun down Bolt and gets a mirror shard in the neck for his troubles.) Accompanying the various goings-on is a wonderfully lively score composed by the great Charles Bernstein.
The Hammer is just as cool as can be, and is well supported by Graves, Webster, Masatoshi Nakamura as a slimy villain, and Jack Ging as Bolts' Las Vegas buddy, a casino owner.
If you're a Hammer fan, you'll be pleased, even if overall the movie is not one of his best.
Seven out of 10.