WHY WOULD YOU bother seeing Tequila Express, an ultra-low-budget thriller shot in and around Vegas in 2002, during its four-day run at the Brenden Theatres in the Palms? Aside from the dubious prospect of winning a walk-on part in writer-producer-director David Starr's next film, there are some decent, if pointless, fight sequences, and a bit of gratuitous nudity.
That's pretty much all this USA-at-three-in-the-morning-level crap has going for it, though. Starr starts with a reasonably generic premise for an indie action film: Undercover DEA agent David Manning (one-time Blue Lagoon heartthrob Christopher Atkins) is sent to Mexico to rescue Alice Jeffries (Anne Jensen), the daughter of the California governor. Alice has been kidnapped by some Mexican drug lords who want to exchange her for one of their incarcerated associates.
Starr has got decent production values for such a small film, and he knows how to choreograph a fight, but his script is completely incoherent, the story has no suspense, and there is more than one scene in which an actor clearly flubs a line. Starr could afford to hire former New Kid on the Block Danny Wood for a bit part but he couldn't afford a second take on those scenes? If you see this one on cable in a year or two, keep flipping.