1990 - Blood Hands (Silver Star Film Corporation/Tower
Bridge Investments Co Ltd)
[Filipino production filmed in English for the international market. Most credits have been anglicized or, in the case of composer "Pat Wales", entirely invented]

Cast Sean Donahue (Steve Callahan), “Nead”/Ned Hourani
(James Clavel), Kristin "Landson"/Erlandson (Tracy Callahan), Jim
Gaines (Walter), Jim Moss (George), Jerry Beyer (Diego), Richard Olney, Sam
Woods, Ron Cunning, James O'Neal, Doris Cooper, [uncredited] Nick Nicholson
(Edward Callahan, Steve's Father)
Synopsis from the BFI website:
Steve Callahan has finally reached the final stage of his
training as a kickboxer. Thanks to the patient guidance of his mentor, David
Gale, a close friend of his foster father. Four wildly drunk men, all
successful professionals and kickboxing experts in their own rights, chanced
upon Steve's house to get water for their overheated car, just after their
encounter with a grocery owner whom they accidentally killed. One of the four
men James Clavel, had just been declared Light Middleweight Champion of Nebraska, hence the
reason for their wild drinking spree. He also happens to be the former fiancé
of Dianne, Steve's foster mother. An argument ensued from the meeting which led
to violence as James physically harmed Dianne who fought back and got killed in
the process together with her husband Edward. Steve and his girl Tracy found
the kickboxing championship medal of James which dropped to the floor unnoticed
during the struggle. This became their only clue to the crime. Steve refused to
turn over the medallion to the police. Through the medallion, Steve was able to
trace the four killers. One by one he hunted them, until one remained, James
Clavel. A bloody confrontation between the two explodes, with only one winner
emerging.
Simon Miller's review from his Explosive Action blog:

This is a by-the-numbers bad kickboxing revenge movie, but
if that's your thing then there's a lot to like here. It's hard to write about
as it's so completely generic but I think it's worth your time to check it out.
Sean Donahue is up there with Reb Brown in the hilarity stakes, constantly
yelling and pulling awesome fight-faces that are worth the price of entry
alone. The acting is awful but who cares really, the plot is so wafer thin you
only come here for the fights and bad dialogue.


Sorry for the shorter than usual review but there's not much
to say here. It's a bad kickboxing movie that's funnier than it aught to be. If
you get a few beers and mates in I think you could have a great time laughing
at Sean Donahue's antics and his lame girlfriend (Christine Landson, whose only
other credit is SFX Retaliator with Linda Blair) and her father's cue-card line
reading. If the cover didn't sell you then the screenshots will. Beyond that I
can't convince you much more. Well okay, check out the video below it's pretty
awesome.
Review from the Fist Of B-List blog:
PLOT: When his loving parents are murdered by a gang of
kickboxers, a young fighter must choose between avenging their deaths or
listening to his girlfriend and allowing police to handle the investigation.
Will he take matters into his own hands or continue to walk around with his balls
in his girl’s purse, nestled somewhere amongst her Burt’s Bees chapstick, a
paperback copy of The Hunger Games, and her emergency tampon?


The leader of the guilty party is champion kickboxer James
Clavel (Hourani). After a drunken celebration with his homeboys which
accidentally left a convenience store owner dead, the crew stumbled upon the
Callahan home to get fresh water for an overheated car radiator. As luck would
have it, Diane Callahan just happens to be Clavel’s ex-squeeze, and even though
she’s moved on to a new marriage, his old feelings come rushing back with such
force that he ended up breaking her neck in a jealous rage. When doting husband
Edward (Nicholson) returned home with a birthday cake for his son, the gang
greeted him with a fatal beating. The lesson here? Drinking and driving can
lead to death, even if you’re not in the car and especially when you fail to
monitor the temperature gauge on the thermostat.

We’ve previously covered director Teddy Page’s film, Blood
Chase, and despite its confusing structure, the plot dealt with both
protagonists and antagonists pursuing the same objective while alternately
pursuing each other. There’s something similar going on in Blood Hands, but
it’s more streamlined and easier to follow. Is the inciting incident
believable? That depends on how much stock you place in the ability of cheap
beer to cause homicidal behavior. So while the story’s not perfect, or even
that logical, it’s engaging to watch unfold.

This is yet another notch in the belt for a group of actors
that includes Nicholson, Moss, and Gaines, among many others. One or more of
these guys made appearances in pretty much every Filipino kickpuncher from 1985
to around 1995. Conspicuous by his absence is Mike Monty, but the brother had
five film credits to his name in 1990 alone, including two Black Cobra sequels.
In keeping with the Rat Pack, the Frat Pack, and the Brat Pack, this collective
of mostly American actors adventuring in the Filipino action film industry
during this era really begs for a unifying nickname. My offering: the Expat
Pack. (Hopefully it sticks because I had several thousand t-shirts printed with
plans for a limited edition series of Trapper Keepers and lunchboxes).

One of the quirks we often encounter in watching these
movies is the appearance of film posters from other properties in which the
film company holds stake. In Showdown, some characters walk by a Breathing Fire
poster in a movie theater (the distribution and/or production of both films
involved Imperial Entertainment). In the climax of the PM Entertainment joint,
Rage, Gary Daniels tosses a half-dozen motherfuckers among the shelves at a
mall video store and the walls are plastered in posters of PM Entertainment
flicks. Something similar happens in Blood Hands. Keep in mind that this was
filmed in the Philippines,
which apparently allowed the filmmakers to flout any semblance of licensing or
copyright protocol and slap a poster of the JCVD classic Kickboxer on the wall
during a scene where Steve visits the office of a film producer. A bit
egregious, but they covered themselves legally using the “absurd superimposed
handlebar moustache” loophole.
VERDICT: From what I’ve seen, this is probably Donahue’s most
concerted effort at doing a straight martial arts film and the results are
solid. The plot is hardly original and the script is practically non-existent,
but if you like your kickboxing with a heaping side of bad acting and terrible
dialogue, Blood Hands fits the bill. While it doesn’t reach the heights of the
previously reviewed Parole Violators, it’s still a fun romp and a good starting
point to observe how Donahue’s early exploits in fight-heavy Filipino actioners
paved the way for his batshit-insane stunt antics in his later films.
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