Brad Davis gives a strong and convincing performance as Johnny Modine, a tough, reckless cop who's determined to find the killer of his beloved father. Said killer turns out to be a truly nasty and scary piece of psychotic work named Iceman (a marvelously maniacal and menacing portrayal by Jonathan Banks), a ferocious, grotesquely disfigured, venomous and vindictive ex-cop turned murderous filthbag hoodlum who speaks in a creepy, droning, tinny rasp because he has a metal voice box in his throat, mainlines methedrone, and has a personal score to settle with Johnny. Capably directed by Dorothy Ann Puzo (the daughter of "The Godfather" author Mario Puzo), with a constant snappy pace, slick, if rather grainy cinematography by Thomas F. Denove, several exciting action sequences (a pull-out-all-the-stops frenetic car chase is the definite highlight), some rough and grisly violence, a trashy'n'thrashy head-banging 80's rock score by David A. Jackson, and sound acting from a sturdy cast, "Cold Steel" delivers the stirring goods in a most efficient and satisfying manner. A pre-stardom (and smoking hot) Sharon Stone lends fine support as a sultry quasi-femme fatale while both 80's rock singer Adam Ant and the ever-dependable Sy Richardson acquit themselves well as Iceman's slimy partners in crime. A nifty little B-action flick.