It is a performances centric movie

it is finally so absorbing because it plays like a lyrical road odyssey that’s also a detective story.

It's funny, it's tense, it features two great performances from two actors and the director expertly creates a web of odd tension where you actually don't know what is happening for the majority of the run time.

It’s not bad or unwatchable but despite the amplitude of the spectacle, the end result is underwhelming.

"Jefferson Bolt" (Fred Williamson) is a courier of special merchandise who has been hired to take a briefcase containing $1 million in cash from Hong Kong to Mexico City with a stop in Los Angeles along the way. However, when he gets to Los Angeles he encounters some hit men waiting for him and tracks these thugs to Las Vegas. Once in Las Vegas he meets up with some friends in order to get some information on those out to get him. Soon one thing leads to another and he discovers that the people behind everything are much more influential and powerful than he thought. Now rather than reveal any more of this movie and risk spoiling it for those who haven't seen it I will just say that this started out to be a pretty good film. Unfortunately, rather than staying committed to the international intrigue angle which was working quite well the movie began focusing more on Fred Williamson which caused the film to suffer in comparison. Not only was his character much too cocky and reckless but the martial arts scenes involving him were rather second-rate as well. Even so it wasn't a bad movie overall and I give it an average rating.

Fred Williamson is Bolt and indeed does what Fred Williamson does best. Which is talk trash, beat up the bad guys and get down with the ladies . Bolt is a courier and takes a job to transport money from Hong Kong to Mexico City instead of doing jail time. On his way of completion of that task thugs from the syndicate try to take him down.Bolt than goes full circle and beats everyone up , chomps on some cigars and even finds time to get laid. That Man Bolt is a memorable blaxsploitation classic from a big studio . Fred went the independent route after this , quality varies but Fred Williamson still gets to be cool and take out the bad guys . Those movies don't look as good as this though and while I am definitely a fan of a lot of his independent features , it would have been nice if he got to make more movies that had larger budgets during this period.

Ace martial artist, international professional courier, and all-around cool dude Jefferson Bolt (smoothly played by the always dependable Fred Williamson) is assigned to transport a suitcase full of a million bucks from Hong Kong to Mexico City via Los Angeles. However, Bolt gets set up by a vicious crime syndicate that grossly underestimates him and incurs his formidable wrath. Directors Henry Levin and David Lowell Rich, working from a lively and eventful, if overly convoluted script by Quentin Werty and Charles Johnson, relate the entertaining story at a brisk pace, stage the thrilling action set pieces with aplomb (a lengthy car chase rates as a definite exciting highlight), and further spruce things up with nice touches of amusing wry humor. Of course, Fred's trademark cool, assured, and charismatic persona holds everything together as he braves perils aplenty, seduces a few ladies, busts out loads of fancy chopsocky moves, suffers a little acupuncture torture, and breaks into a remote island fortress. While Williamson clearly dominates the proceedings, he nonetheless receives sound support from Bryan Webster as pompous and slippery British agent Griffiths, Teresa Graves as foxy lounge singer Samantha Nightingale, Jack Ging as amiable casino owner Connie Mellis, Miko Mayama as seductive socialite Dominique Kuan, John Orchard as slimy limey lackey Carter, Paul Mantee as glowering thug Mickey, and Ken Kazama as lethal karate fighter Spider. The ubiquitous Patrick Wright has a quick bit as a security guard who gets knocked out by Fred. Gerald Perry Finnerman's slick cinematography and the exotic globe-trotting locations provide an impressive sense of scope. Charles Bernstein's funky and spirited score hits the get-down funky spot. Worth a watch for fans of the Hammer.

"That Man Bolt" is a film situated in that part of videoclubs, far away from new or famous films, and really really far away from classics. I take the box, read the synopsis and look for the cast, no one is known. So, one day I feel very unconscious and rent the film and what is that? A very, very boring film with some pseudo-martial-arts that extende its relaxant effects during two hours. The idea of this film is very, very similar to "Rush Hour 2" (Hong Kong, false money, Las Vegas...) but Jefferson "Hammer" Bolt has nothing to do compared with Jackie Chan martial art style or Chris Tucker sense of humour. Perfectly forgetable.