1988·Action·1h 24m
7.1
★
Traxx has battled his way through El Salvador, the Middle East and Nicaragua, spitting lead with two-handed good grace. He decides to retire to a life of baking designer cookies. Running out of dough to buy more dough, he hires himself as a "Town Tamer" and begins cleaning up Hadleyville, Texas, telling the lowlife street scum, "You got three choices. Be good, be gone, or be dead." Like all bacteria, the scum are resistant: crime boss Aldo Palucci brings in the dreaded Guzik brothers to rid the town of the town tamer, setting the stage for a showdown in the streets.
Directed by Jerome Gary
mercenary
vigilante
cookies
Trailer
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Cast
Shadoe Stevens
Traxx
Priscilla Barnes
Mayor Alexandria Cray
Willard E. Pugh
Deeter
Robert Davi
Aldo Palucci
John Hancock
Chief Emmett Decker
Hugh Gillin
Commissioner R.B. Davis
Raymond O'Connor
Tibbs
Herschel Sparber
Guzik #1
Rick Overton
Frank Williams
Robert Miano
Arturo
J. Michael Hunter
Matt
Leon Rippy
Killer
Crew
Thomas Rosales Jr.
Stunts
Popular Reviews
4 reviews
dparasol
7.0★ · 04/06/25
Now remember, my ratings are a measure of my enjoyment, not a measure of objective quality.
This is the kind of film concept that Mel Brooks would have turned into one of the greatest films ever released. As it stands, it's still hysterical. Shadoe Stevens kills every scene with a frankly hilarious rendition of a charismatic action hero. Robert Davi also does really well turning a series of stock villain scenes into overblown bits. Willard Pugh does well as Deeter, Traxx's sidekick, and John Hancock's Chief Emmett Decker has some solid moments. But in the end, almost everyone else in the movie gets to be a supplement to Shadoe Stevens.
Man, the cookies. Love the idea of this absolute natural born shooter deciding he's tired of war and going into the cookie business. It doesn't hold for long before he needs to fund his efforts to learn how to make cookies, but he makes it. Well, sort of.
Yeah, this movie's insanely stupid. The first scene with Priscilla Barnes' Alexandria Cray interacting with Traxx is so over the top and flagrantly sexual that it wraps around from being debasing to being funny again. Their second scene is equally too-much, especially as we cut over to the Guziks driving around with Little League bodyshields strapped to their car.
Of course, the three Guziks are also another highlight, comically violent psychopathic misanthropes who are here just to absolutely torture Palucci's right hand man. They sing, they shoot, they beat cyclists with bats. In the first act of the final shoot-out, a woman on TV says that sociopathic men have small penises, and they stand up and shoot out the TV screen Traxx rode in on.
Then, Wally "Famous" Amos, who inspired Traxx to start trying to make cookies, makes a cameo.
in response to the suggestion he kill Traxx: "You tried, you ass-kissing faggot gondoliers!" (i had to hear this one three or four times to be sure i really was hearing it right)
alt. quote, shortly before the bomb detonates: "Well, flap your arms and suck some sky!"
alt. alt. quote, after the kidnapping of the Police Little League team: "They got my little guy? He's just a little shit. He can't hit but I love him..."
This is the kind of film concept that Mel Brooks would have turned into one of the greatest films ever released. As it stands, it's still hysterical. Shadoe Stevens kills every scene with a frankly hilarious rendition of a charismatic action hero. Robert Davi also does really well turning a series of stock villain scenes into overblown bits. Willard Pugh does well as Deeter, Traxx's sidekick, and John Hancock's Chief Emmett Decker has some solid moments. But in the end, almost everyone else in the movie gets to be a supplement to Shadoe Stevens.
Man, the cookies. Love the idea of this absolute natural born shooter deciding he's tired of war and going into the cookie business. It doesn't hold for long before he needs to fund his efforts to learn how to make cookies, but he makes it. Well, sort of.
Yeah, this movie's insanely stupid. The first scene with Priscilla Barnes' Alexandria Cray interacting with Traxx is so over the top and flagrantly sexual that it wraps around from being debasing to being funny again. Their second scene is equally too-much, especially as we cut over to the Guziks driving around with Little League bodyshields strapped to their car.
Of course, the three Guziks are also another highlight, comically violent psychopathic misanthropes who are here just to absolutely torture Palucci's right hand man. They sing, they shoot, they beat cyclists with bats. In the first act of the final shoot-out, a woman on TV says that sociopathic men have small penises, and they stand up and shoot out the TV screen Traxx rode in on.
Then, Wally "Famous" Amos, who inspired Traxx to start trying to make cookies, makes a cameo.
in response to the suggestion he kill Traxx: "You tried, you ass-kissing faggot gondoliers!" (i had to hear this one three or four times to be sure i really was hearing it right)
alt. quote, shortly before the bomb detonates: "Well, flap your arms and suck some sky!"
alt. alt. quote, after the kidnapping of the Police Little League team: "They got my little guy? He's just a little shit. He can't hit but I love him..."
Now remember, my ratings are a measure of my enjoyment, not a measure of objective quality.
This is the kind of film concept that Mel Brooks would have turned into one of the greatest films ever released. As it stands, it's still hysterical. Shadoe Stevens kills every scene with a frankly hilarious rendition of a charismatic action hero. Robert Davi also does really well turning a series of stock villain scenes into overblown bits. Willard Pugh does well as Deeter, Traxx's sidekick, and John Hancock's Chief Emmett Decker has some solid moments. But in the end, almost everyone else in the movie gets to be a supplement to Shadoe Stevens.
Man, the cookies. Love the idea of this absolute natural born shooter deciding he's tired of war and going into the cookie business. It doesn't hold for long before he needs to fund his efforts to learn how to make cookies, but he makes it. Well, sort of.
Yeah, this movie's insanely stupid. The first scene with Priscilla Barnes' Alexandria Cray interacting with Traxx is so over the top and flagrantly sexual that it wraps around from being debasing to being funny again. Their second scene is equally too-much, especially as we cut over to the Guziks driving around with Little League bodyshields strapped to their car.
Of course, the three Guziks are also another highlight, comically violent psychopathic misanthropes who are here just to absolutely torture Palucci's right hand man. They sing, they shoot, they beat cyclists with bats. In the first act of the final shoot-out, a woman on TV says that sociopathic men have small penises, and they stand up and shoot out the TV screen Traxx rode in on.
Then, Wally "Famous" Amos, who inspired Traxx to start trying to make cookies, makes a cameo.
in response to the suggestion he kill Traxx: "You tried, you ass-kissing faggot gondoliers!" (i had to hear this one three or four times to be sure i really was hearing it right)
alt. quote, shortly before the bomb detonates: "Well, flap your arms and suck some sky!"
alt. alt. quote, after the kidnapping of the Police Little League team: "They got my little guy? He's just a little shit. He can't hit but I love him..."
This is the kind of film concept that Mel Brooks would have turned into one of the greatest films ever released. As it stands, it's still hysterical. Shadoe Stevens kills every scene with a frankly hilarious rendition of a charismatic action hero. Robert Davi also does really well turning a series of stock villain scenes into overblown bits. Willard Pugh does well as Deeter, Traxx's sidekick, and John Hancock's Chief Emmett Decker has some solid moments. But in the end, almost everyone else in the movie gets to be a supplement to Shadoe Stevens.
Man, the cookies. Love the idea of this absolute natural born shooter deciding he's tired of war and going into the cookie business. It doesn't hold for long before he needs to fund his efforts to learn how to make cookies, but he makes it. Well, sort of.
Yeah, this movie's insanely stupid. The first scene with Priscilla Barnes' Alexandria Cray interacting with Traxx is so over the top and flagrantly sexual that it wraps around from being debasing to being funny again. Their second scene is equally too-much, especially as we cut over to the Guziks driving around with Little League bodyshields strapped to their car.
Of course, the three Guziks are also another highlight, comically violent psychopathic misanthropes who are here just to absolutely torture Palucci's right hand man. They sing, they shoot, they beat cyclists with bats. In the first act of the final shoot-out, a woman on TV says that sociopathic men have small penises, and they stand up and shoot out the TV screen Traxx rode in on.
Then, Wally "Famous" Amos, who inspired Traxx to start trying to make cookies, makes a cameo.
in response to the suggestion he kill Traxx: "You tried, you ass-kissing faggot gondoliers!" (i had to hear this one three or four times to be sure i really was hearing it right)
alt. quote, shortly before the bomb detonates: "Well, flap your arms and suck some sky!"
alt. alt. quote, after the kidnapping of the Police Little League team: "They got my little guy? He's just a little shit. He can't hit but I love him..."
Hannah
6.9★ · 08/03/24
This movie is definitely in cult classic status
This movie is definitely in cult classic status
vivian
4.0★ · 07/27/17
man this movie was fuckin crazy
man this movie was fuckin crazy
Jesse Moynan
9.5★ · 02/16/22