Bruce Malmuth directs Steven Seagal, Kelly Le Brock and William Sadler in this tale of a cop who recovers from a seven year coma to take down a corrupt senator who killed his wife. 

A one year past its sell by date Eighties action thriller written by aliens who only understand the Earth and human interaction via some space capsule filled solely with Eighties action thrillers VHSs sent to them by a prankster in NASA. See if you can follow the logic: Seagal films some dodgy dealing on a camcorder > he immediately goes to an off licence to buy a bottle of champagne > hoods hold up off licence and kill owner but Seagal subdues them > while waiting for the uniform cops to let him go he calls a cop friend to tell him about his new home movie > he then heads home, hides video behind fridge, has a prayer with son, fucks wife, drinks warm, blood spattered champagne  > goons turn up, kill wife, let kid run away, put Seagal in coma, don’t bother looking for incriminating evidence > an internal affairs cop covers up Seagal’s lack of death, adopts son > 7 years later and Seagal wakes up a John Doe with a hot nurse infatuated with him and his nemesis having become an untouchable senator > a hospital chase ensues with a bedbound Seagal marshalling his gurney away from an assassin > hot nurse takes him off to a countryside dojo, she conveniently is housesitting, so he can recover via the power of training montage, the grounds happen to be littered with temporary structures just waiting to be crashed through should there be a second act car chase… And that, my friends, is your first half an hour. Mental? Yes. Campily enjoyable? Yes! A baffling early step in Seagal’s baffling rise and inevitable fall at the box office? YES!

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