Break was supposed to be little more than a kinky, straight-to-DVD noir, its existence unknown outside a small number of Netflix subscribers who'd had Basic Instinct 2 in their queues and were therefore destined to learn that it too was a truly terrible Movie They'd. But then this happened, and Break instead became one of the last showcases for the singular and nonconforming talents of David Carradine, whose death in a Thai hotel room from asphyxiation is still obscured by a thick cloud of Lady Boy-perfume-scented mystery.
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