Happy 70th, Chuck Norris! Celebrating Silent Rage, the Action Star's Wildest Kick

Norris's fightin' and lovin' moments are grafted into the plot most awkwardly. In a scene that bears no relation to the rest of the film, our sheriff takes on a couple dozen bikers in bar, with the rebel rousers politely presenting themselves one at a time for our man's righteous justice. This half-hearted sequence climaxes with the main villain obligingly riding his bike up a ramp and into the big stick that soft-spoken Chuck's wields.

Silent Rage's love story is approximately as heartfelt and convincing. Seems that six years ago, Dan walked away from a relationship with the comely Alison, sister to Ron Silver's scientist. When they meet again, she slaps his face and tells him not to bother trying to talk her into bed. As if he would -- the dude barely speaks, regardless of the situation. But, as jump cuts would have it, they're next making out in Chuck's first "heavy love scene," as he describes it in Inner Strength. Most amusingly, as was noted in the New York Times review at the time, director Michael Miller shoots a romantic montage -- hammock swinging, chardonnay drinking on the verandah -- with Norris sans shirt. Funny doesn't quite cover it, in more than one sense.

With its leaden pace and long stretches without dialogue -- this really has too much filler, not enough killer -- Silent Rage is one bad movie best enlivened by loud lounge-room commentary. Why does Kirby suddenly have a futuristic gray jumpsuit with matching shoes? Why do his murders get less creative, to the point where he just starts squeezing people to death? Why do characters walk away from the fallen bad guy when this is one slasher-killer whose regenerative powers guarantee he's going to get up?

Ultimately, the question Silent Rage raises is: Why did Chuck Norris do this movie when he's required to do little in the way of martial arts? Generously, you might say it was to stretch his range with the aforementioned romance angle. Then again, Norris notes in his book how, just prior to this going into production, his fee had risen to $250,000 a film. Which makes it tempting to think he saw how much he wasn't in the script and decided it was a sweet payday.

As if to make up for this, the poster uses his name three times. Fans weren't fooled, though, and while Chuck's Good Guys Wear Black, A Force Of One and The Octagon had been hits, Silent Rage fought below its weight at the box-office, though it gained a small and rapid home-video fanbase. But Norris, and the filmmakers he worked with, learned from the experience, and he'd soon be back on top -- or at least high on the B-list -- with the likes of Lone Wolf McQuade, Missing In Action, Code Of Silence and Invasion U.S.A. These flicks didn't try to rip-off slasher tropes, make Chuck a romantic lead or hide his absence with essay-length taglines. Instead, they winningly focused on what Norris did best: fighting bad guys with fists, feet and firepower.

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