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TNT Jackson


This is a fun low budget Santiago (director of Firecracker and Vampire Hookers) romp, so you know what to expect. That’s right, a bunch of hot ladies in the Philippines takin’ it to the man. I find Santiago’s filmography to be very empowering for women and this film is no exception. Unlike many of his contemporary feminist thinkers, however, Santiago has a truly remarkable understanding of the feminine psyche and physiology. For example, most individuals involved in gender studies were unaware that titties provide necessary additional inertia when facing a room full of aggressors. Therefore, kung fu should be performed sans blouse and bra and preferably in the dark. It’s little details like these that separate your garden variety feminist director like Jane Arden from a feminist heavyweight like Santiago.

Anyway, Playboy Playmate Jeannie Bell is TNT Jackson. Her brother was killed by some drug dealers. It’s up to her, and her sidekick Dynamite Wong, to find the killers and avenge his death. Roundhouse kicks to the face ensue. That’s pretty much it. Also there’s a subplot about some drug dealers and stuff. But I’m not really looking for plots and subplots. I came for the bad kung fu and stayed for the titties.

Here’s what you get:

  • Topless Kung Fu
  • Drug Dealers
  • Titties
  • Crane Stance
  • Toomer Smalls as Master of Tube Snake Style
  • Secret Agents
  • Roundhouse Kicks to the Face
  • Death By Steel Fingered Punch of Mutherfuckin’ Death


Her name is Diana Jackson, but you can call her T.N.T. When T.N.T.'s brother is killed by ruthless drug dealers, the beautiful young karate expert goes to the most dangerous part of Chinatown to find the killer. In trouble with the law since she was 13, T.N.T. wants no help from the pigs; but she does befriend a Chinaman named Joe, whose impressive martial arts skills prove useful more than once. In her quest for the killer, she'll meet the white drug lord, Sid; Elaine, his bitchy girlfriend; his suspicious Chinese assistant, Ming; and Charlie, his handsome black assistant with criminal ambitions of his own. Before her search is over, she'll find herself making love to Charlie, trading insults with Elaine, and fighting criminals while nude and in the dark. Just call her T.N.T.


Funky blaxploitation classic. A must see.

This blaxploitation classic about a kung fu mama who travels to Hong Kong to avenge her brother's death offers everything you learned to expect from the genre. Playmate Jeannie Bell (with a giant afro) really kicks ass and usually loses her clothes very quickly. If you don't take it all too seriously, the movie is great fun to watch. Stan Shaw gives a solid performance, Jeannie Bell is a little less convincing. Pam Grier she ain't.

This is where Quentin Tarantino got his idea for the light switch scene in "Jackie Brown" from.

The soundtrack by Don Julian is a gem and is frequently used in rap songs.

An entertainingly trashy piece of 70's chopsocky blaxploitation schlock

Warning: Spoilers

Feisty Dianna Jackson (a winningly spunky performance by gorgeous former "Playboy" Playmate Jeanne Bell) goes to Hong Kong to take out the evil heroin ring that murdered her brother. Dianna's assisted by friendly karate master Joe (amiable Chiquito), faces opposition from undercover narcotics agent Elaine (lovely, buxom blonde babe Pat Anderson), and romances cocky, ruthlessly ambitious Charlie (essayed with supremely arrogant aplomb by Stan Shaw) while plotting her revenge against nefarious drug kingpin Sid (an effectively slimy Ken Metcalfe). Director Cirio H. Santiago, working from a blithely trashy script co-written by none other than Dick Miller (!), crams the lively and eventful 72 minute running time with a plethora of gratuitous distaff nudity and loads of badly staged martial arts fight scenes (Bell is clearly doubled by a squat guy wearing a giant Afro wig!). The definite sleazy highlight occurs when a topless Bell singlehandedly beats up a bunch of thugs in her hotel room. Felipe Sacdalan's raw, grainy, scratched-up cinematography, the clumsy use of strenuous slow motion, the funky-groovin' score, the laughably inept fight choreography, and the surprisingly gruesome conclusion add immensely to the overall scuzzy fun of this deliciously cheesy grindhouse exploitation hoot.