Kickboxer 2 (also known as Kickboxer 2: The Road Back) is a 1991 American martial arts film directed by Albert Pyun and written by David S. Goyer. It is the first sequel to the 1989 film Kickboxer, and stars Sasha Mitchell in the role of David Sloane, the brother of Kickboxer’s lead character Kurt, portrayed by Jean-Claude Van Damme.
Kickboxer: Vengeance (2016) Kickboxer- Vengeance: Eric and Kurt Sloane are the descendants of a well-known Venice, California-based family of martial artists. Kurt has always been in older brother, Eric's shadow, as he lacks the instincts needed to become a champion.
One year after the events of the first film, it is revealed that kickboxing brothers Kurt and Eric Sloane have been killed by Tong Po in Thailand. David Sloane (Mitchell), the last surviving brother, struggles to keep the family kickboxing gym afloat. Although his will to compete has waned since the loss of his brothers, financial problems eventually force Sloane to fight again in a new organization run by a crooked promoter. His surprising comeback ultimately attracts the attention of Po (Qissi) who, having been defeated by Kurt, seeks to defeat David in the ring and regain his honor. But when Sloane announces his retirement after the bout, Po’s manager Sanga (Tagawa) hires a group of thugs to burn down the gym, injuring Sloane and killing one of his young students.
While recovering in the hospital, Sloane is visited by Xian Chow (Chan), who trained his brother Kurt in Thailand. Though David initially wants nothing to do with him, he finally relents and allows Xian to nurse him back to health. Meanwhile, one of Sloane’s most promising students has secured a championship bout and invites Sloane to watch the fight. However, the champion is unexpectedly replaced by Po, who brutalizes the young man and kills him in the ring despite Sloane’s efforts to talk the young fighter down. Now with no other recourse, Sloane is forced to accept Po’s challenge. In a bloody bout reminiscent of the “ancient way” of fighting in Thailand, Sloane exacts his revenge and defeats his rival. He then vents his frustration on Sanga and soon rebuilds his gym.
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In this remake of the original Kickboxer movie, Kurt Sloane (Alain Moussi) tries to convince his kickboxing champion brother Eric (Darren Shahlavi) not to travel to the Far East to fight heaving warrior Tong Po (Dave Bautista) after getting a bad vibe. When Po cripples Eric, Kurt vows revenge, but after an attempt on Po's life goes wrong, he is left to turn to the unorthodox Master Durand (Jean Claude Van Damme) for the training he needs to illuminate Po in the ring, where his mystique will be broken forever.
Of all the franchises that are getting resurrected for profit, JCVD's cult martial arts classic Kickboxer might have been one of the least likely, but alas one seems to have been made, with the man himself reappearing in a supporting role, in a touch of irony now as the trainer with a new star as the aspiring young protégé. It hardly set the box office alight, and disappeared from it's limited cinema run at the speed of light. Despite being billed more as a sequel, it's actually a remake, and it's yet another of the soulless, sanitised, politically correct new reboots that sticks two fingers in the face of the no holds barred, take no prisoners 80s original.
Despite the musclebound, well honed, martial arts stars on display, instead of our moneysworth, what we are given is a series of tepid, watered down fight sequences, with a boring, unengaging story and a gormless looking lead character who looks too much like some English stand up comedian. As for VD himself, he puts on the usual drawn, grey act he's been doing in all his films lately, without any of the humour of dash of Mr. Zen from the original (not to mention the inexplicable dubbing of his voice?!?). The whole thing is like eating a bun without the burger, like the original all over again, but completely flat and without any impact.
You can't help but feel sorry for this generation of film goers, who seem to be getting served the processed meat of the prime ribs we were offered. *