The two Steves one formerly stone cold, the other once hard to kill star as tough-talkin former black-ops partners at a "high-risk extraction" prison thats so "dark military," the local police don't even know the place exists. Therefore, the fuzz wont be any help when rogue military man Michael Paré (The Lincoln Lawyer) and his troops infiltrate the place with guns a-blazin, looking for two female detainees. (To satisfy as many viewer fetishes as possible, the ladies are Asian and Mexican.) Like a family dog, one of the the women is implanted with a chip this one packed with secret financial information worth somewhere in the neighborhood of $200 million.
A standard action setup, to be sure, yet executed with a minimal level of competence by director Keoni Waxman (who helmed Austins much better Hunt to Kill). The script hes working with makes next to no sense; even the throwaway quips sound assembled via fridge-magnet poetry: "I got a better idea: Why don't you fuck your mama and one of your pet poodles?"
Says Paré toward the end, "This isn't about patriotism, or the flag. This is about money." And hes exactly right, but woe be to the renter who expects something on the level of Austins Expendables gig you wont get anywhere near that much fun, although Bren Foster (TVs Days of Our Lives) does impress with his martial arts moves.
If you make it through the whole tired exercise, the ending
threatens hints at a sequel. Dont you dare, Waxman! "Remember, man, it ain't over 'til we're dead," says Seagal, who looks as if hes getting too damn close. Rod Lott