Seagal stars as mob kingpin Mr. Alexander, an old-school boss who rules his criminal empire with both nobility and brutality. For a simple prison hit, he sends his best enforcer and protégé Roman Hurst (Foster). When the hit goes wrong, Hurst is forced to pay the price of his failure: banishment in the city that he almost once ruled. But a war is brewing for the soul of the city between Alexander, a cold-blooded gangster known as 'The Iceman" (Rhames) and a merciless Mexican cartel. Hurst, with the help of an ex-con restaurant owner (Trejo) who has a few hidden moves of his own, will rediscover his own will to survive the coming conflict and to wreak vengeance on those who have wronged him.
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I don't know why I am drawn to these Steven Seagal disasters. Maybe I'm trying to discover if the films can get any worse or by some miracle, improving. I have to admit, though, that I am a Danny Trejo fan so that was a draw in itself. Back to Mr. Seagal . He has to be one of the worst actors out there. His character in this film is like all of his other characters: totally unbelievable. Is he still able to do his own stunts? I think he's in his mid 60's. The actor who played his protégé was so not talented except for his flying hands and feet. The actress who played Karen was so blah she could have put the viewer to sleep. And as always, I watched it till the conclusion. I am going to have to talk to my therapist about this.
What a pleasant surprise! Here we have the best names in the industry: Rhames, Trejo, Seagal. And upstart newcomer, Bren Foster, who gives us kicks and keeps on tickin'! Thank you producers, investors, and glorious directors for a wonderful addition to the pantheon of all- time-classic kick-ass film magic. Your work here is highly commended. Keep 'em comin'!
I agree with Mike and Sean above (along with any others that gave this movie a crap rating.. crap is better than what it deserves. How can SS keep playing the same character in every movie with out the slightest change-up? so tough, he doesn't need to move, just flick his wrists and the enemy goes flying while breaking half the bones in their bodies. "TALK" dammit.. stop with the southern drawl meets Godfather meets the "Zataran's" rice commercial voice-over.. He's supposed to be an expert in guns, yet during the 2 scenes where he's sitting at the table with his goons all around him, explaining his guns to them like they've never seen one before. "This one is a 45, I've used it a lot. . it's good.." "this one, is another 45... I used back in. ." really? that's worth sharing? and lastly.. when they're going to defend the compound. . they synchronize watches and he says "Rendezvous at 40 Mike Mike." what?? they're going to meet back up at 40 Millimeter? Don't use military slang/terminology unless you know what it means, otherwise it makes you look like an idiot.
This movie is another glimmering piece of art from the great Steven Seagal. Once again he has broken down the walls of racial discrimination by performing his non- offensive, non-pigment related rendition of black face. In this movie mister Seagal plays a middle aged black man who is the head of the crime syndicate somewhere in Florida. As usual his otherworldly BA persona fills the screen and delivers in true SS fashion. This time his limp wrist-ed karate domination is accentuated by his knowledge of black magic. Only in a legendary Seagal film could the worlds most lethal scorpions combine to become a healing power that nearly rivals the power of Steven's karate chop. He feasts on the lesser endowed rival gangsters in a way only he could make believable. One scene in particular demonstrates his skill in pure acting. When sitting at a table talking with "ice man", he says something with such a heavy slur that it is only intelligible when re-winded and viewed multiple times. I anticipate the following 2 movies in this trilogy with bates breath. Sadly this site only allows 1000 words per movie review. I feel that my review is not capable of doing this movie justice, no matter how elegant. In a thousand lifetimes I could not adequately pay tribute to this work of borderline inappropriate genius. When I picture heaven I imagine a place where we all wake up in the morning, pull our pony tails back and are blessed with the talents of Steven Seagal. Also, if you have not had the chance to watch his music videos online, you are sorely missing out. Long live Seagal! (Although that's a moot point considering there isn't anything deadly enough to conquer him)