Haven’t we all found ourselves watching a shot-on-video action movie and thinking, if only it wasn’t missing a healthy dose of religious god-bothering it would be amazing? Well, thankfully this film has come along to fill that void.An unintentionally deranged ode to martial arts and Jesus; whereby actor/director/producer/soundtrack singer/writer/stuntman Joel D. Wynkoop must fight bad guys, the police, a random larger bodied man and a crisis of faith. Yes, it’s a tale of a guy whose god and wife are missing, the latter thanks to some people traffickers and the former down to…crime?, and so he has to go to a secret island to fight the villains and his own atheism. Or something.As with many of these shot-in-someone’s-backyard films, the plot or the lack of technical merits aren’t really what’s important here. No, the joy is to be found in the details, like: the main character renting a whole shelf of Chuck Norris movies, middle aged men doing unconvincing but high-energy martial arts, the unprofessional actors giving it their all regardless of whether that scene really needed it or not, jungle hair frizz, I think the man playing the car dealer was drunk, dialogue flubs and Jesus giving someone the strength to deliver roundhouse kicks of justice.It is a horrifying experience to fall into madness when you could have jumped into a dumpster fire aka Seasonal Trash Fall 2025 74. Watch a movie with 2 words in the title that fewer than 500 people have watched on Letterboxd.









