|  |     "You got to blow it big, and blow it now."
    
    
    Steven Seagal says this about 2/3's into "On Deadly Ground".  His
    character, Forrest Taft, is a demolotions expert who works for Aegis
    Oil Co., putting out oil fires.  He's referrering to demolitions with
    this line, but he might as well have been referring to his directorial
    debut.  Because, baby, he sure blew it.
    
    "On Deadly Ground" is a bad movie, even for this action-adventure
    genre.  Even for a Seagal movie.  I did not like "Under Seige" for its
    stupid dialog, stupid character actions, inane centerfold sidekick and
    general implausibility.  I was sorely disappointed by it.  But at least
    it was just a stupid, disappointing movie.  "On Deadly Ground" is a
    stupid, really badly done movie.  It beats out "Perfect World" for the
    stupidest, really really done movie I've seen in recent history.
    
    I expected more from "Perfect World".  I didn't expect much from "On
    Deadly Ground", having heard nothing but negative reviews thus far. But
    hey, I like Steven Seagal and the action-adventure genre and besides,
    I'm a really tolerant movie-goer.  I've seen (and paid for) some really
    horrible movies in my day.  Remember "Creatures From the Deep", with
    Doug McClure headlining the cast?  I saw that at a movie theatre. 
    Remember "Tentacles"?  I paid money for that.  
    
    It was the late 70's, of course, and we didn't have "straight to video"
    releases, otherwise I'm sure such gems wouldn't have graced the silver
    screen.  So you get used to seeing bad, but not REALLY bad movies in
    the theatres these days, esp. when said bad movie involves a fairly big
    name star.
    
    You'd think these people would watch the end product of their work. 
    Maybe they did and everyone was too afraid of saying, "You know, Steve,
    this really isn't coming across well.  Maybe we ought to try it
    differently."  Or maybe they were crunched for time.
    
    Now that I mention it, it *did* feel like they were crunched for
    time.  More on that later.  
    
    The film revolves, more or less, around Forrest Taft, who as I
    mentioned, works for the evil Oil Company, Aegis.  Aegis is headed by a
    "musta needed the money" Michael Caine, playing Mr. Michael Jennings. 
    Jennings has about as much depths as the film this movie was printed
    on.  It's safe to say he's very loud, and obviously an awful person. 
    Mr. Caine suffers one of the worst hair/make-up jobs I've seen, but I'm
    starting to go off on a tangent again.  Mr. Jennings has, of course,
    his coeterie of equally evil henchmen, an officious, ruthless woman who
    is the prettiest thing in this film (but alas, I have no idea what her
    character was called, since I don't recall hearing a name), and his
    hatchet man, Mr. MacGruder (the actor's name eludes me).  Mr. Jennings,
    not caring a lick for the environment, Eskimos or the lives of his
    employees, has been using faulty parts in his oil rigs, causing them to
    go up in flames.  Enter Forrest Taft, who seems happily oblivious to
    all the shady deals going on.  When accused of whoring himself out to
    Big Business by his oil rig foreman friend, Taft sez (and this really
    was the best line in the whole movie):  "For 350 thousand bucks, I'll
    f*** anything once."  Here, here.  :)
    
    Well once is apparantly enough for Taft as his foreman friend is killed
    by the baddies (in one of the films sillest "tension" scenes) for
    squealing to the EPA and press about Aegis' environmentally incorrect
    policies.  
    
    [note: If you should see this, brace yourself and brace yourself big
    time for a lot of preaching about how mankind has wronged the Earth,
    the Eskimo's and everything else.  Others have remarked how heavy
    handed the Big Message is.  It's not heavy handed.  It's beyond heavy
    handed.  It's beyond preaching.  It's so incredibly beyond heavy handed
    and preaching that I can't think of a suitable adjective.  It's done so
    much and so often in such an obvious way that it was, unintentionally,
    funny.]
    
    Well, the death of his foreman friend pisses Taft off, and as we learn
    quickly, he's not a man to piss off.  Jennings wants to get rid of him
    as well and sends MacGruder (a fairly interesting character ruined by a
    wild script) off to blow him up.  Needless to say, they fail to do the
    job completely and here come the Native Americans to provide our next
    dose of beyond-heavy-handed Political Correctness.  Add major doses of
    pseudo-spirituality, a very bizzare dream sequence that's part
    soft-core porno (we do have to get our naked women in, after all :),
    part Duran Duran video, part Luke Skywalker Visits that Big Evil Tree,
    and part, oh hell, I dunno, and we have--voila!  Our hero "reborn". 
    
    Now he's really pissed off.  Together with the Eskimo chief's daughter
    (as played uselessly by Joan Chen--I guess she needed the money, too)
    Taft goes to extract Revenge.  You can guess the rest of the movie from
    there.
    
    
    As I said WAY before, it seemed like someone was in a big hurry to
    finish this film.  We've got scenes that go nowhere and cuts between
    scenes that make no sense.  Example:  Taft is dog sledding.  He crests
    a hill, slows down as the camera zooms in on him, as if he were looking
    at something.  We fully expect to see a shot of whatever has caught his
    attention.  But no, the scene now goes back to him dog sledding along
    at full  speed.  Why did we need that "I'm looking at something
    important shot"?  Who knows.
    
    We've got glaring continuity errors.  The movie is supposed to be set
    in Valdez (yeah, the oil spill Valdez, way up there in Alaska).  When
    Taft gets blown up, there's snow, snow and more snow!  But the latter
    half of the movie has to be shot in summer, even though I don't think
    it took a whole seaon for him to get back home.  Green forests everywhere. 
    Even on the big jagged mountains.  Go fig.
    
    We've got really silly dialog.  Example: Seagal has trounced an
    obnoxious bar type who was picking on a drunk Ind--er, Native American.
    
    Segal (lecturing the bloodied opponent about his manners):  "What does
    it take?  What DOES it take?"   <-- said in that quiet, chiding way
    
    Brute (who's thus far exhibited the sensitivity of a concrete block): 
    "I...I need time.  To--to CHANGE."   <-- said tearfully, and with
                                             apparant sincerity
    
    We've got bad editing, where it feels like whole scenes were chopped
    out.  Or maybe they just weren't filmed.  We've got oodles of preaching
    to the masses.  We've got guys with guns who get killed galore. We've
    got mercenaries.  At one point, Taft sez: "I didn't want to turn to
    violence."  I for once, am glad he did. Tepid as the action in this
    movie was, Seagal hasn't mastered the art of preaching while fighting
    and that meant the more fight scenes, the better.  :)
    
    Good points?  Uh, er.  Well, Seagal is easy on the eyes, but even that
    saving grace can go so far.  A nice soundtrack by the guy who scored the
    Conan movies.  Some pretty outdoor scenery.  And the sled dogs were
    cute.
    
    Basically, unless you're like me and couldn't quite believe it could be
    all that bad, save your money.  Wait for cable.  Really.  Even if you
    like Seagal movies.  
    
    Rating *.5 out of ****
    
    
    kim
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