Once again, our Stevie wheels-out his formulaic hokum. He's a very secret agent (yawn), he can do anything (double yawn), There's a bunch of ruthless bad-guys (where's me slippers) and they're led by an even more ruthless king-pin (now for me cocoa).
His movies are so much alike that I keep getting them mixed-up. There's one about another large, unscrupulous corporation burying toxic waste, in which he plays another very secret agent masquerading as a handyman; isn't that called 'Fire Down Below'? I'll look it up.
This time it's an oil company messing with the environment. Fortunately - like all good paranoid survivalists - Mr S. has got a shack full of explosives and weapons conveniently hidden up the nearest mountain. So he can command all of the firepower that his polystyrene plots, pyrotechnic excess, and slo-mo takes require. He would seem to have these stashes dotted all over the country like some sort of anarchist squirrel.
The rest is pretty much what you'd expect, if you're still awake. A friendly nice guy gets hurt/killed and that's the cue for him to turn homicidal vigilante.
There's some momentary glimpses of pleasant scenery whilst he's out in the mountains,. a preposterous canyon so badly matted-in that it might have been spliced from a 1950's adventure movie, and there's a side-dish of Eskimo hokum, because our hero is always sympathetic towards the indigenous schmucks.
It's Segal kicking and chopping his way into middle-age, but before he really began to pile on the pounds. He's still got his soppy pony-tail, and someone really ought to tell him about that jacket - even at the risk of a broken nose.
An attempt is made to give it some seat-cred by bribing Micheal Caine to play the bad guy. The man was either desperate or a fool. But then again; he's never really had a decent turn since selling-out to Hollywood. Mr Caine doesn't just play parts; he can act. That's something Mr Segal doesn't even understand.
Strictly for the fans.
His movies are so much alike that I keep getting them mixed-up. There's one about another large, unscrupulous corporation burying toxic waste, in which he plays another very secret agent masquerading as a handyman; isn't that called 'Fire Down Below'? I'll look it up.
This time it's an oil company messing with the environment. Fortunately - like all good paranoid survivalists - Mr S. has got a shack full of explosives and weapons conveniently hidden up the nearest mountain. So he can command all of the firepower that his polystyrene plots, pyrotechnic excess, and slo-mo takes require. He would seem to have these stashes dotted all over the country like some sort of anarchist squirrel.
The rest is pretty much what you'd expect, if you're still awake. A friendly nice guy gets hurt/killed and that's the cue for him to turn homicidal vigilante.
There's some momentary glimpses of pleasant scenery whilst he's out in the mountains,. a preposterous canyon so badly matted-in that it might have been spliced from a 1950's adventure movie, and there's a side-dish of Eskimo hokum, because our hero is always sympathetic towards the indigenous schmucks.
It's Segal kicking and chopping his way into middle-age, but before he really began to pile on the pounds. He's still got his soppy pony-tail, and someone really ought to tell him about that jacket - even at the risk of a broken nose.
An attempt is made to give it some seat-cred by bribing Micheal Caine to play the bad guy. The man was either desperate or a fool. But then again; he's never really had a decent turn since selling-out to Hollywood. Mr Caine doesn't just play parts; he can act. That's something Mr Segal doesn't even understand.
Strictly for the fans.