Review
Deadly Prey is a white hot blast of pure 80s action insanity, a stripped down jungle nightmare where bullets fly, muscles glisten and logic takes a permanent vacation. The setup is so simple it feels like a fever dream. A group of mercenaries kidnap random strangers, dump them in the woods and hunt them for sport. Unfortunately for them, they grab the wrong guy. His name is Mike Danton, and he is not just a man — he is a sleeveless, barefoot, grenade tossing survival machine. Within minutes he is turning sticks into spears, rocks into weapons and the hunters into meat. Every scene is a glorious parade of gunfire, explosions and slow motion death screams. The acting is gloriously stiff, the dialogue sounds like it was scribbled down during an all night beer run, and the action choreography feels like it was planned five minutes before the cameras rolled. Yet somehow it all works, delivering an adrenaline rush that never lets up. The real magic is in the commitment. Ted Prior throws himself into the role with the intensity of a man who has never heard of half measures. Whether he is snapping necks, hurling knives or ripping a shirt into war paint, he sells every second of it. The soundtrack pounds away with drum machine bravado, perfectly matching the film’s relentless energy. Deadly Prey is a reminder that sometimes all you need for cinematic gold is a camera, a forest and a hero who refuses to put on shoes. It is sweaty, loud, and gloriously over the top. One viewing and you will understand why this mad little actioner has earned its cult status.