Teringer An Exercise In Nonsense

Gutsycurene Fanciful, disturbing, and wildly original, it announces the arrival of a fresh, bold voice in American cinema.

Invaderbank The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.

Scarlet The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

Woodyanders Brad Davis gives a strong and convincing performance as Johnny Modine, a tough, reckless cop who's determined to find the killer of his beloved father. Said killer turns out to be a truly nasty and scary piece of psychotic work named Iceman (a marvelously maniacal and menacing portrayal by Jonathan Banks), a ferocious, grotesquely disfigured, venomous and vindictive ex-cop turned murderous filthbag hoodlum who speaks in a creepy, droning, tinny rasp because he has a metal voice box in his throat, mainlines methedrone, and has a personal score to settle with Johnny. Capably directed by Dorothy Ann Puzo (the daughter of "The Godfather" author Mario Puzo), with a constant snappy pace, slick, if rather grainy cinematography by Thomas F. Denove, several exciting action sequences (a pull-out-all-the-stops frenetic car chase is the definite highlight), some rough and grisly violence, a trashy'n'thrashy head-banging 80's rock score by David A. Jackson, and sound acting from a sturdy cast, "Cold Steel" delivers the stirring goods in a most efficient and satisfying manner. A pre-stardom (and smoking hot) Sharon Stone lends fine support as a sultry quasi-femme fatale while both 80's rock singer Adam Ant and the ever-dependable Sy Richardson acquit themselves well as Iceman's slimy partners in crime. A nifty little B-action flick.

Nick Drew Brad Davis plays a cop here tracking down his fathers killer, and on occasion has various encounters with defiant vending machines. Jonathan Banks shows his versatility by giving the same dry performance were all accustomed to, despite an unusual vocal disposition. Oh, and then there's Sharon Stone,…no surprises here. Director Puzo tries to show some visual flair with gravity defying slow-motion car jump's, a la' Blues Brothers, and it comes off just as silly. The films sports cliché' locations and situations, routine acting, and the occasional twist here and there, but really, nothing ever leaves the realm of the status quo. Even the off-casting of Adam Ant couldn't help rise this mediocre entry above it's ilk.

paullouis This movie is an absolute must see for all true film fans. A wonderfully entertaining one and a half hour cliche fest. From the ludicrously over the top car chases, to the hackneyed dialogue, wholly predictable plot "twists" and diabolical attempts at comedy there's always something to laugh at (though never with). This film deserves to be a mainstay of drinking games, just go to one of the movie cliche websites, print off a list of the cop movie cliches and drink whenever one appears. If that's not enough to get you completely hammered you could always try downing your drink whenever Brad Davis's character seems to completely forget the fact that his father's just been murdered. Cold Steel is brilliant if enjoyed as a spoof or as a chance to get drunk. As a film, however...0/5

kergillian Adam Ant rocked. He always does. Sharon Stone played Sharon Stone (I forgive her for her poor acting, the part was *horridly* written. She deserved better.) Jonathan Banks was fairly good as the evil Iceman (who comes up with these names??), but with better writing he would have been far more impressive. Bad writing sums this film up. And Brad Davis' flat acting and monotonous character didn't help the matter much. There were some really amusing scenes (including the battle with the drinks machine, and the bad fish episode;), and some really fun artillery. And of course, the red-blooded male in me enjoyed seeing the lovely Sharon Stone baring all in her pre-gravity days. But it wasn't enough to save this second-rate CHiPs wannabe. 4/10.