Direct-to-video stylist Albert Pyun sets this plotless, gun-crazy frenzy to the mambo beat of Prez Prado and runs with it. Mobster Ice-T calls dozens of associates to a newly built prison the day before it's dedicated, locks them in, and pits them a…more »
Hey, I happen to have a healthy respect for profanity. They're just not happy words and they don't make me happy to hear them. To use something over and over until it has no meaning. Hell hell hell hell hell.