As goofy a story line that "Roadhouse" had, why does Hollywood seem to regenerate the same laughable, inane plot? "Desert Heat" is a prime example - a big star (Van Damme) who is in desperate need of a new manager, "B" star Love Boat rejects from the 70's (Pat Morita, Vincent Schiavelli, etc) and lots of mindless shoot 'em up action - and you know, the audiences will love this stuff. Van Damme rides into town to bring a "gift" to one of his long lost friends; naturally, all outsiders in this desert community are evil and quickly the local rednecks dispense of our hero...or do they? Naturally, he rises like the phoenix from the ashes, kills many of the youngsters terrorizing the older folks, romances the local waitress and yes, has sex not with one, but two harlots he rescues from a local club. Oh, boy...the only saving grace is Van Damme is obviously enjoying the fact he is cashing a big paycheck for his role. Some humour punctuates the script, but the blood letting gets old and this is nothing different from a thousand other "revenge" flicks that are collecting dust on the bottom shelf of your local video store.
Review of Desert Heat
