Rather than show the audience what a bouncer really does at a night club where most of the romancing is incesting ( D'OH, those hicks!!!),  we see Dalton beat up a bunch of former bouncers.  Here's where the director finally decides to put together a plot after 35 minutes of hick beatdowns.  Apparently, the bar owes money to Ben Gazarra and his mobsters, because the mob pays for the bar's roasted peanuts or somethin'.  In a refreshing change of pace from watching Patrick Swayze beat the bejeezus out of drunk-ass bouncers,  we are treated to Swayze beating the hell out of mob goons. Clearly, this film is, well, I don't know, it just has a lot of fighting.

In a remarkable display of genius (that would be sarcasm, I guess...) the mob gets on Swayze's nerves by burning his house, torching his friend's shop, and killing his best bud.  Movie Cliche #453:  the hero gets whiny and tracks down the mob guys.  I've seen the same plot done better in an episode of "Seinfeld."  I bet Kramer could whup Patrick Swayze's ass, but that's besides the point.

Patrick Swayze drives dangerously like my Grandma to infiltrate the mob hideout,  and he uses his martial arts/ballet dancing to gift wrap the mob boss for the cops. Oh, there's also a monster truck,  Dalton falls in love, there's a bunch of annoying hicks,  and other booze plot elements that add up to confusion. This movie's only worth seeing if you like the words "Road" and "House" used together. This is your last call, for cheezy, cinematic alcohol.
 

The movie receives 4 cheezes out of 5 cheezes on the cheezi scale.
Joe Mamma, the Official Pit Psychopath