For a movie which features action guru Carl Weathers standing in front of an enormous explosion while wielding two handguns and a curvy lady on its cover, you’d think Colin Budds’ generic 1992 action epic “Hurricane Smith” would pack a bigger punch in the testosterone department. And while there is definitely some interesting set pieces to ponder, it’s certainly no “Action Jackson”. Weathers stars as Billy “Hurricane Smith, an oil field worker who treks to Australian in order to locate his missing sister. Problem is, she’s gotten herself mixed up with a sinister collection of dog-killing Gold Beach gangsters, and none of them seem interested in sharing her whereabouts with our septic American hero. Thankfully, Hurricane isn’t one to take this sort of inhospitable treatment lying down. Before all is said and done, Australian’s touristy hot spot will be littered with scores of dead bodies, busted Sea World buses, and 1500 square feet of chewed scenery courtesy of Das Boot star Jurgen Prochnow. Budds, a director who specializes in cheesy Australian television programs, approaches the material with the spark and energy of a deflated balloon, effectively draining the film’s infrequent fight scenes of any impact they may have dreamed of achieving. You are provided with, however, the obligatory car chase, sex scene, and synth score, a lingering element of 80’s action cinema. “Hurricane Smith” is wholly terrible, yet I found myself compelled to watch it all the way through. That has to account for something, right?