Pushed to the Limit

Pushed to the Limit

Whew! I feel like I should digress. I’m bored of watching modern films, I want to see the worst kinds of movies. Is it considered a sickness to enjoy watching low-budget movies starring unknown pro wrestlers filmed in the early 1990s? There are worse movies. Bloodsport being one of them. However, I’ve made it a point to expand my view and try new things so I’ve watched Pushed to the limit; a film that so desperately wants to be Bloodsport.

For example, when former Pro-wrestler Mimi Lesseos plays a role of a character named Mimi, a pro-wrestler. It’s a bit too much but she manages to pull off her wrestling scenes without too many hitches. Wait a second, what did you just say Magnificent Mimi? Your sibling is a cocaine addict and has a weakness for reckless chatter when violent thugs are in his vicinity. He attempts to sneak some coke out (it is against the law to do so) and is captured, afterwards, he tries to remain within the storage where he made the drug sales (real clever). He becomes a target for gunfire and receives new chest holes and Mimi is left heart broken.

When she learns that an overbearing mafia leader is the one who killed her brother, she swears to take revenge on Mr. Lee (Kenshin from TMNT 3, not that bad guy from Karate Kid 2, Keno thanks um parentheses are out of control). He has got the Kumite which is a martial arts competition where people fight to the death and it occurs in the club’s basement. If she participates, she can reach Mr. Lee (This plan is terrible to say the least, it does not make any sense she could have only fought in the women’s section, and as far as she knew, Mr. Lee didn’t fight in those).

She is independent and travels to seek training from some local, whose name I cannot remember, who is a spiritual leader and a kung fu practitioner who looked like Nelson Mandela and she convinces the guy by saying ‘I have been put to the edge of the world’…. great! This is true in a sense because now, it makes bad movies even better.

She goes through severe and perhaps the worst “training” montage one would wish to see, and after much effort, is all set to die in Kumite, where she will be pitted against Mr. Lee’s amazon like female bodyguard Inga.

She goes on winning streak after winning streak, battling her way to the finals where the excitement builds because Inga, the girl who has just defeated mimi’s bestie by breaking her spine and neck in the last match, is now standing in front of her. Whoever wasn’t sure about the outcome, I am sorry but you must be suffering from some form of a cognitive impairment, a serious one.

When Inga gets knocked down, Mimi taunts Mr. Lee and socks him in the face. In retribution, Inga violently inflicts a neck injury on Mr. Lee; law enforcement swung into action, arresting everyone involved. Mimi and Mr. Mandela censured Mr. Lee for his drug-dealing activities and now the law is about to catch up with him and be merciless.

It’s an overall horrible film but just the one I expected from what the cover had promised. I was amazed at how many times, I found myself daydreaming of Bloodsport (as you can probably guess), though in fairness this one had some interesting twists.

In excruciating style more appropriate to a backwoods southern soap opera than a real feature film, they create a hip hop album and hire actors to portray characters. By the way, Inga has all the traits of the antagonist of Bloodsport the only thing missing is the action.

In essence, I’m off to catch Bloodsport.

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