Rowdy Jackson

Rowdy Jackson, man, what a wild ride his film resume is. The guy’s like a hidden gem buried under a pile of ‘90s VHS tapes, and honestly, more people should know about him. Take Cold Night Into Dawn (1997) for example—gritty as hell, with Jackson pulling off that haunted, half-broken hero vibe. The movie’s soaked in neon and regret, you know? There’s this late-night feel to it, like you’re watching someone unravel at 3 a.m. after a lifetime of bad decisions. Jackson’s character never feels like a caricature, though. He brings this weird humanity, like he’s fighting for something even he can’t name. Then there’s Dead Tides (1996), which isn’t just some throwaway action flick. The story’s got layers: ex-military, tangled loyalties, and a bunch of sunburned crooks plotting by the docks. Jackson’s performance has that scrappy edge, like he’s been punched one too many times but still gets up swinging. It’s not Oscar bait, but it’s memorable for all the right reasons. And don’t sleep on Final Equinox (1995). Sci-fi on a shoestring budget, but Jackson makes it work—somehow. He’s stuck between worlds, literally and emotionally, and the movie leans into those existential vibes. Space drama, family drama, it’s all in there, and Jackson’s delivery? Rough around the edges, but it sticks with you. The guy basically takes B-movie material and makes it feel way more important than it has any right to be.