When a State arsenal is raided and machine-guns get into the hands of local gangs, the result is a lot of dead people. Before you can say soy sauce, a peaceful Chinese restaurant is awash in a sea of blood; but Killpoint caters for most tastes, ranging from simple strangulation and sexual abuse, knives and razor blades, plenty of martial arts, right through to grenades and real 'heavy metal' automatics. Dispensing with sissy things like stockings and disguises, the roaming robber gangs work on the simplistic principle of leaving no witnesses behind in colourful encounters with splashes of red everywhere. The dialogue is a bit stilted, but then most people don't last long enough to say much and the goodies win in the end anyway. Oh well, pass the ketchup.