A bad movie buffet. Seagal's directorial debut is a hilarious hash of hubris, pretension, ill-advised machismo, laughable action sequences, ridiculous dialog and downright stupidity. The film fails on every level while maintaining a self-righteous, humorless tone that makes it's ineptitude all the more glaring and funny. One has to marvel at how much unintentional comedy this obtuse monument to Seagal's ego produces.
Amusingly dumb action is one thing, but Seagal's only directorial work goes beyond 'Save the Earth' moralising to becoming a diatribe, making it hypocritical and obnoxious in its tone, taking an understandable message and shouting it at you until its off-putting. That the martial arts that made him famous was compromised for this damns the film despite one or two chuckles.
Este debut detras de camaras de Steven Seagal resulta efectivo más para echar chacota, que para otra cosa. La pelicula entretiene, si, pero lo cagado del asunto se da al ver las pretensiones ecologistas de Seagal: despues de hacer volar en pedazos media Alaska, todavia se da tiempo de aventar un discurso en contra del calentamiento global. Michael Cane trata de pasar desapercibido bajo numerosas capas de maquillaje.
An utterly idiotic, preachy vanity project that is essentially the defining film of Seagal's career, it's the only film he directed and it has all the elements that define him, including the hammy hippie social and political commentary, dime store spirituality, and beyond questionable wardrobe choices. As stupid as this movie is, it is relentlessly entertaining for all these reasons.