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| | BMN Review: Dolemite (1975) (Site not responding. Last check: ) |
 | | Of course, our man Dolemite wouldn't be caught dead with any of that shit, he's the owner (or former owner at this point in the film) of an established night club chock-full of ladies of the evening. |
 | | Apparently Dolemite has been framed by low-down, dirty, rat-suit wearin', jive talkin', mutha fucka Willie Green who, for all intents and purposes, is the chump that is to keep the locals in order for the wicked Mayor. |
 | | Guns and knives don't scare Dolemite who is the possessor of some of the worst karate moves ever known to man. Don't tell that to his victims, however, since they still fly backwards whenever Rudy's chubby old leg swings to deliver a roundhouse kick and clearly misses them by inches. |
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