Don’t Kill It strikes a perfect tone for this sort of fare – it fully knows how silly it is, and it revels in it, but it also steers clear of pithy self-awareness. The film isn’t without its flaws. It slips into a bit of a lull as the second act falls into exposition and backstory, and Lundgren’s southern accent is a mangled thing of hideous beauty. But Mendez keeps lobbing kills and laughs at the audience with such regularity that there’s never enough time to take much issue with the film’s lesser points. Plus, if a movie is smart enough not to take itself too seriously, you’d to well to follow suit. Mendez and Lundgren are obviously having so much fun, you can’t help but want to join in. Don’t Kill It is a cheeky camp parade with buckets of low-rent charm, and for fans of camp cinema and Lundgren’s B-Movie fare, Don’t Kill It will fit like slipping into something cozy and familiar with a few surprises along the way.
Rating: B-
