My quick rating – 5.4/10. I say this all the time, but Mexicali wastes absolutely zero time letting you know exactly what kind of underground-fighting-meets-cartel ride this flick will be. The movie opens with a guy puffing his chest so hard you’d think oxygen was optional, declaring to the resident “boss-looking dude” that he doesn’t lose. The reply? A motivational speech for the ages: “You better win, or nobody eats.” Yes, the universal language of hunger as a character motivation.

Then comes the name that made me sit up. Kris Van Damme, trying to kick his way out of Dad’s cinematic shadow. Respect. Meanwhile, Joe (Bren Foster) steps into Mexicali with a string of surprisingly clean, well-choreographed fights. The variety in styles is actually impressive, like someone spliced a UFC highlight reel into a cartel movie and said, “yeah, that’ll work.”

But Mexicali quickly reveals itself as another “you picked the wrong dude to mess with” action flick. And honestly, Joe and his fiancée Estrella (Tania Raymonde) must have thought they wandered into a horror film, because what better time to split up than right when the road ahead looks like it’s paved with armed men and bad decisions? Truly, romance thrives under pressure. Except here, where it just walks away in confusion.

Then there’s the one-at-a-time fight scene. In 2026. Bold choice. Luke LaFontaine, sir, we left that trope in a dusty warehouse back in 1990, but thank you for resurrecting it for absolutely no reason. He also tosses in a training montage where Joe teaches Estrella knife-fighting techniques. Totally unnecessary…right up until it becomes obvious foreshadowing. Still silly, though. The only thing sillier is Joe’s “please, higher powers, make this go away, and I’ll be good forever” moment that feels ripped from someone swearing off tequila after a bad night.

And then we reach the pit fights…again. I genuinely don’t know what the logic was here. A scheduling conflict? A deleted subplot? Someone lost a bet? Hard to say.

The final act of Mexicali is where physics, tactics, and self-preservation all go on extended vacation. I have never seen people on the wrong side of an entire armed unit stand directly in front of giant windows for so long. And despite a small nation’s worth of firepower surrounding them, Joe still ends up in a machete duel with the one guy who apparently didn’t get issued a gun. At least the movie avoids the dreaded “hero shows mercy” cliché. Joe is strictly “no survivors, no sequels.”

Estrella’s earlier knife lesson apparently came with DLC upgrades, because she suddenly knows how to operate every weapon the cartel has ever touched. She goes from “wait, why are we breaking up?” to “I have mastered all forms of artillery” in record time.

The final showdown is entertaining if you don’t mind the kind of unbelievable survivability normally reserved for video game protagonists. Come for the fights, because Mexicali as a whole won’t raise the bar, but it’ll swing enough fists, knives, and machetes to keep you watching.