The Canadian Jeff Wincott is Kurt Harris, a tough copper often asked to call on his martial skills to deal with the raff-raff on the streets. After one particular liquor store hold-up, Kurt takes out two of the bad guys but the third is apprehended by a vigilante "peacemaker" called Jimmie. Jimmie belongs to the Mission of Justice, a private crime control organization headed by Brigitte Nielsen.Following a bust-up with his boss who caused the death of his informer, Kurt throws down his badge and leaves the force. He goes to have a consolatory talk with his pal Cedric, who is later brutally murdered by Nielsen's thugs. That makes Kurt vow vengeance. He offers his services to the Mission.Kurt has to pass through a testing walking-the-gauntlet initiation test, and then he is put on active patrol. In time he gets the evidence to convict Brigitte.Well, Ms Nielsen may have a wonderful pair of bazooms, but the surgeon failed to implant much acting talent. Jeff, on the other hand, did train as an actor before learning martial skills and it shows. The gauntlet scene in particular is both spectacularly well choreographed and tense, and by the end you do care what happens to this guy.

Kurt Harris is a bitter ex-cop who goes undercover in the "Peacemakers" outfit after his friend is killed by their leader. While there, he discovers that the woman wants to run for mayor, and will do anything to achieve this goal, even murder.....On a side note, this is the sinister Rocky sequel where Drago's wife kills Duke for the impeccable training he gave Rocky with nothing more than an ironing board, a few rocks, and a cart.So Jeff Wincott (who was probably an extra in Rocky IV) gets slightly mad, punches his boss, gets fired, and decides to bat for the other side.Oh the nineties was full of wink wink innuendo.It was also full of people who were slightly good in a specialist martial art that wanted to break into Hollywood ala Van Damme and Seagal.With Wincott we also had Gruner, Speakman, Blanks, Merhi, Wilson, Dacasos, and Griffith.Their films usually consisted of the first one being above average, and then the studio realising that they were not going to hit the big time, regretting the five picture deal they contracted them too, and then churned the rest of there films on the cheap, because they knew there was a market for them, like my dad.Add a bad guy who was slightly famous in another film, like Nielsen (not Leslie), Hues, Yeung, Drago and Carradine, and you had a film that would guarantee hundreds of pounds in revenue.This film uses the cookie cutter plot and narrative that dozens of these films used over the years, and while it's nothing more than fight scene, bad guy speech, fight scene, hero and bad guy bond, fight scene, deception, final battle, it brings back an air of nostalgia that cannot be said about action films such as The Raid, or anything with Tony Jaa and Donnie ten that isn't a sequel.Namely that the fight scenes are lethargically choreographed, by what appears to be a very drunk truck driver.It's fun for all the wrong reason, Wincott has the screen presence of a digested pork pie.And I wouldn't have it any other way....

I could not take my eyes off this movie when it showed up on cable. The dialogue and costumes are of a quality most readily associated with soft-core porn. In this case the expedient plot serves as a vehicle not for sex but for serial thrashings with nunchuks. (Perhaps for sex as well, but not on Indian TV, anyway.)Not being a fan of the genre I couldn't place Jeff Wincott, and had no leads to search from. Only once Brigitte Nielsen traded in her futuristic-nurse coif (so mayoral!) for the high-top fade we remember from Beverly Hills Cop II did I make the positive ID on her.This movie will no doubt entertain any admirer of early 90's couture or nod-and-wink schlock à la Paul Verhoeven. Can we add a genre tag for "so-bad-it's-good"?

Despite being titled "Martial Law III" in the US, "Mission of Justice" has nothing to do with the two previous "Martial Law" films - Jeff Wincott appears in the second one, but as a different character. Unlike those two films, the focus here stays almost exclusively on the male star (Wincott), who has three extended fight scenes among the smaller ones. His female cop partner Karen Sheperd is limited to a small supporting role and gets only one extended fight (Karen also sports an unflattering haircut that hides her beauty). The story begins well, but wears out in the second half. However, Wincott is good at projecting intensity and anger, and there are enough hard-hitting, bone-crunching fight scenes to keep most fans of this genre satisfied. Rent it before you buy it. (**)