Admittedly this is not a horror movie, but any film that begins with Steven Seagal saving a puppy is worth a mention. Not one of the better entries in the Steve-a-thon in which my roommate and I engaged, Out for Justice features a pony-tailed Steve out for justice, avenging his best friend's murder. All the action takes place over one night as our hero, who sports a lovely chapeau, kicks ass and takes names all over Brooklyn while searching for a coked-up spree killer.
I love Steve as much as the next crazy person, but let's face it, he's no Olivier. His Italian is only marginally better than Tom Cruise's, and he should really ditch all attempts at putting on an accent. Unless it's southern. But still, no one can make mad face like Steve, or save hookers and beat up thugs with a cue ball. All the action, however, is lightly sprinkled throughout what might have been a mediocre police drama were it better written. Who cares if he was raised by wiseguys? And so what if his father died of a broken heart? Unless it directly relates to him dispatching bad guys in violent and creative ways, then I don't want to know about it.
I want what it says on the box: "He's a cop. It's a dirty job... But someone's got to take out the garbage."
I'm not even sure what that means. Sounds actiony.
Damn tag lines.
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