It’s about a kickboxing fashion consultant trying to save the world from exploding jeans.

Never you mind his fifty-two years. Dolph Lundgren will still fuck you the hell up.

Mitchell is in prison for doing his job too well, set up by his enemy: The System.

You get 18 months for 42 severe sex crimes? Time to get bus-ay!

Only when blood flows in the streets will the violence stop.

You’re cold because all of the blood is running out of your body, Roach. You’re gonna be dead soon. I hope it was worth it.

Mike Von Hobart reviews Steven Seagal’s magnificent directorial debut.

We see her fumble through what few lines she utters
and then we see her die.

You Will Eat, Sleep and Shit Sequels.

“Fuck Santa Claus. He never got me shit. That’s why I sell dope”