In many a film franchise there comes a point where the steam train is running out of steam. Generally the closer you get to hitting double figures, the closer you get to creative oblivion. Some film series might manage to re-ignite and hit new highs, such as the fifth and sixth Fast & Furious films, which were the best of the whole bunch upon finally realising that it didn’t pay to take them too seriously.
Still, the general rule of thumb is that there’s normally a gradual decline, be it Nightmares on Elm Street, Treks in the stars, or the jump the shark brilliance of putting Jason Vorhees in space.
The Bloodfist saga was no different. A first three with not particularly much to pick between them. Then the fourth