I never reckoned Steven Seagal's movies, even when he was young and fit, although I could admire his martial skills. The trouble was that no one else could get a look-in -- he would defeat all comers with nary a scratch. Now that he is older, slow and fat, he is just an embarrassment as he lumbers about like a pregnant elephant. In this film he goes to Thailand to rescue his kidnapped daughter.
The Hong Kong director does display some visual style, but his main job here is to make Seagal look good. He films the action in such a way that our hero can see off armies of gangsters, ninja warriors and even a transvestite fighting devil with a sneer and a Buddhist flick of his mighty wrist. I swear the mongol hordes would have been no match. And just to add to the narcissism he is allowed an oriental love interest about the same age as his poor daughter.
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