Dolph Lundgren cranks out another in a seemingly endless chain of B movies, this one titled Direct Contact. One might want to ask direct contact with what, but that would be a question as pointless as the movie itself. If you didn't think Dolph Lundgren was a Pacino successor after Rocky IV, please don't imagine that 26 or 27 movies of this type have transformed his thespian skills. And, Dolph is probably the best actor in the movie! Dolph plays Mike Riggins, some kind of mercenary/ special agent on the loose in Eastern Europe; maybe it's supposed to be Bosnia Herzegovina, but it's probably Bulgaria, and it's not important anyway. This is one of those countries where evil generals and thugs routinely murder citizens on the streets, in hotels or in trains with seeming impunity. Hired to return a young woman who's supposedly been kidnapped, Dolph ends up fighting his way to safety. In most of these fights the scenery is chewed up by bullets and explosions, but our hero manages to escape serious damage, despite the obvious risk of gun battles with AK-47's at twenty paces. You know...everything around Dolph is hit by gunfire, but not him. If pyrotechnics impress you, this movie is full of them, but this only goes to show that it's cheaper to blow up some cars and buildings these days than it is to hire credible screenwriters and good actors. Well, I spent more time on this flick than it deserves.
Review of Direct Contact
