The story is so convoluted that after the double crossings and shifting loyalties of major characters in the first act, it became virtually impossible to follow the intentions of the players populating this lame thriller. This is the official synopsis from Rotten Tomatoes: “A crime lord who sits atop a powerful underworld empire longs to go straight, putting his faith in his conflicted hit-man protégé as an ambitious young player plots his rise to power.” You know a movie is bad when even a vague studio press release adds clarity. A prison assassination gone awry puts the life of the hit-man (Bren Foster) in jeopardy, leading to his eventual banishment and downfall into substance abuse. Crippled for his errors and downtrodden the assassin forms an unlikely bond with a short-order cook (Trejo) who works in the kitchen next to his run down apartment building.
Meanwhile we have Sasha Alexander (Seagal) stowed away deep within his fortified compound in New Mexico, idly passing the time by showing off his extensive gun collection to his well equipped security staff, including ex-heavyweight champion and UFC legend Frank Mir in a rare and odd cameo.
There isn’t much to say here, I feel as if I’m beating a dead horse. Seagal is the main attraction but his scenes are limited. Bren Foster proves charismatic and athletic but once again he is sidelined in favor of a plot-line that wouldn’t have been deemed worthy of The Wire. Even director Keoni Waxman seems be growing tired of the genre, his lethargic staging and shot selections are noticeably off from his earlier work.
Director: Keoni Waxman
Stars: Danny Trejo, Steven Seagal, Ving Rhames