Steven
Seagal stars as a gangster who sends his right-hand man (Bren Foster) to perform a
hit in a prison. When he kills the wrong
man, Foster must atone for his mistake. A
rival boss has his men tie Foster down and cripple his hands, causing him to go
into early retirement. Foster then
spends his time as a bum living above Danny Trejo’s diner. Meanwhile, a criminal fresh out of jail (Ving
Rhames) makes a play for Seagal’s territory.
Seagal then must bring Foster out of retirement to take Rhames down.
Force
of Execution is a tad better than expected for a latter-day Seagal effort. The gang war plotline is cliched, but there
are enough solid moments to keep you watching.
Things improve once Rhames gets out of jail and starts turning the heat
up on Seagal. (It should also be noted
that although Rhames plays a character who’s been in prison and is named “Iceman”, this
doesn’t seem to be an Undisputed sequel as far as I could tell.)
Sure,
the film is overlong and a bit over-plotted, but Foster’s plotline helps to
make it memorable. His road to
redemption is reminiscent of the original Django with Franco Nero as they both
must overcome having their hands crippled by the bad guys. Nero never had Danny Trejo in his corner
though. Trejo’s character just so
happens to be a “Mexican witch doctor” who intentionally lets poisonous
scorpions sting Foster’s hands to help them heal quicker. I have no idea if this has any basis in medical
fact, but it certainly makes for a cool scene.
Foster
is a talent to watch too. Even though his
character can’t use his hands for much of the movie, he still does a great job
kicking ass without them. He's a solid
actor as well and reminded me a bit of Scott Adkins in some of his scenes.
Seagal
is marginally more invested here than usual. The scene where he lovingly talks about his
gun collection is nice. The way he goes
on about them is enough to make you think they aren’t props, but actual pieces from
his collection. While he spends most of
the movie sitting behind a desk, he does get up to kick a little ass in the
final reel. It’s here where he dons the
scarf and sunglasses look we now associate with the modern era of Seagal
films. (He’d later adopt similar looks in
Sniper: Special Ops and Code of Honor.) If only he got out from behind the desk sooner,
this might’ve been a *** deal.
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