Mission Alcatraz

"Half Past Dead" is just another crap flick in paunchy Seagal's downward spiral into oblivion. However, unlike his abysmal dramatic follow-up, "The Foreigner", this action flick at least connects with the part of the male brain which turns down the IQ and turns up the testosterone making all the hokey stunts, pyro, combat, etc. seem somehow worth while in a vague sort of mindless way. At least this flick had a hottie in it and showed her navel..about the only thing in the film I hadn't seen before. For action and Seagal diehards only. (C-)

Note - I particularly enjoyed the scene where deep cover FBI op Seagal is asked by a fellow prison inmate if there isn't something more to him than just another inmate whereupon he willingly blows his own cover and admits he's an agent. Exit undercover agent. Enter birdbrain.

Maybe it was my low expectation, maybe it was the fact that I went looking for a cheesy action flick, maybe I was partially dehydrated from strep throat, or perhaps all of the above. I enjoyed Half Past Dead, and I'm glad I rented it. Will it join the ranks of my DVD collection? Hell no. But I did enjoy the rental.

That's not to say Half Past Dead did not bother me. First and foremost, my feelings for most contemporary music (rap, metal, rock, country, etc) artists range from mild appreciation to utter disgust for reasons that belong in another review, in another discussion. The music that a number of action sequences were cut to was from said contemporary music, more specifically, from the "disgust" portion of the spectrum. Thus, I was tempted to play the action sequences in mute.

Also, I was disappointed to see Nia Peeples kick the crap out of Ja-Rule only to be put down with one punch (?!) and then throw in a typical villain's anti-climactic death. But there I go with my own expectations, thinking for some silly reason that someone who can dish out punishment should be able to take it . . . that and my desire to see rappers in films die.

Finally, the hostage switch towards the end of the film . . . okay, this is a Steven Seagal action film. I'm willing to accept a lot of BS for the sake of an action film. BS such as choosing the single dumbest, most vulnerable, position for the coming gunfight; Nia's makeup and outfit; the chain fight; Ja Rule's constant winking; the storyline with the Sasha character . . . but the cheap surprise with the judge so the filmmakers can pat themselves on the back and say, "We fooled the audience" is pushing me over the line.

But, yeah, there were mindless fist fights, there were mindless gunfights, there were mindless explosions, chases, a plot that's just an excuse to bridge said sequences together, and no real ambition to go any further – everything I was expecting when I picked it up for the rental.

What can I say, though? It was fun watching Steven start a fight with prison guards more or less because he can. It was a blast watching Nia in her oddball makeup beat the living crap out of Ja Rule (why, oh why, didn't she get to kill him?). I found it hilarious that these prisoners were so eager to defend their prison so they can serve the rest of their sentence in peace and quiet. And wow, how great was it seeing Steven and Ja Rule prepare for a confrontation by trapping themselves in the exposed cockpit of a crashed helicopter that's up in the rafters with no way to get down? Shooting missiles down with the helicopters guns was the icing on this outrageous cake of disbelief.

They say timing is everything; this also applies to when one sees a movie and how much they enjoy it. I consciously watched Half Past Dead full well knowing I've hated other films for less, but still got a kick out of what I observed on the screen. Which provokes an interesting thought: between timing (including state of mind/mood) and expectations, both of which heavily influence a critics opinion, how much room is there for "objective" reviews? I'm glad I've never claimed to be an objective critic.

For a man that is not feeling well, this was the perfect no brainer film to help me conquer those sweats and chills. There was unrealistic fighting, a Swiss cheese plot, and characters that we cared nothing for, which allowed me to doze off and still know what was happening. This was a Steven Seagal film, so I wasn't expecting much, but honestly, after several of his film you come to realize that they are all very similar and Seagal has not changed his fighting habits at all over the years. He is still using the same fist moves that made him popular in Above the Law. Why should he change? He is Steven Seagal.

So, take his old-school 1980s fighting techniques and combine it with a modern day rap artist like Ja-Rule (especially after his popularity with DMX in Exit Wounds), and you have the film Half Past Dead. So, let's begin. The fighting was laughable. I think that if a gust of wind hit Ja-Rule he would fly halfway across the room. Also, why did it become increasingly obvious that Ja-Rule was not doing his own fight sequences? Throughout his fighting with Nia Peeples, it is very clear that it is not Ja-Rule. How could a director allow such a blatant error happen in an action film? This is not the only case of action gone wrong. There are several scenes in which bullets defy their projected path and gravity. Also, let us not forget the flying fists of Seagal which had the sounds of some hard hits, but it was very obvious that he was mock fighting with most of the extras. This unrealistic fighting knocked this film from five stars to four stars.

So, let's move past the fighting. What is a good action film without the story to accompany the fighting? Sadly, director Don Michael Paul felt as if there was no story needed. Why bother the audience with a story when we have Ja-Rule and Steven Seagal fighting together on-screen? The plot was riddled with more holes that my high school underwear. It was as if we were not seeing the entire picture, and instead of showing us the director relied on words to tell us. Some examples of what I mean are how Sasha and Nick first met. I needed to see this. Without this story and seeing their trust be born, it became less emotional when it was broken. I didn't care, I needed to know more about them. The side-story about Seagal's wife was just filler. He has these visions of her that help him live after a gun battle, but that is all we know about her. When I first saw this scene, I thought it was going to be a major influence in the film. Sadly, I believe that was the last mention of the wife. The Prisoner's story with the gold was horrible. I didn't know enough about the guy to make me see the evil in his ways. This ultimately led to an unclimactic ending with this Prisoner. Does anyone really know who Morris Chestnut's character was? How did he get the money to finance this operation, and how did he become the inside man? I needed answers of which Don Michael Paul was not willing to provide. The lack of story and weakness of the main characters knocked this film from four stars to two.

Finally, I would like to comment on the title. What does it mean? Was it a reference to the time when Sasha almost died, or is it a reference to the lack of caring about life from Ja-Rule and the inmates (remember his line, 'Tonight is a good time to die'). I don't know. This led me to the ultimate conclusion about this film. The director just didn't care. He was happy to have Seagal and Ja-Rule signed on, so everything else became second fiddle. In the range of action films, this is pretty poor. Unrealistic fighting with an overabundance of clichéd lines only plummeted this film deeper into the world of action. To be brutally honest, Ja-Rule cannot act, and this became a problem in this film. He needed a smaller film to get his feet wet and see if he was ready for the cinema world. Half Past Dead was not the best role for him. This film is the perfect example of a movie made just to get rap artists some screen time and attempt to bring an overweight action start from the 80s into the new generation. Sadly, in Half Past Dead it didn't work.

Grade: * out of *****

Sometime in the near future that island in San Francisco Bay is being used for what God intended, a federal prison once again. But now it's a high tech new and improved Alcatraz with Tony Plana as the warden. It's still an unbreakable no escape facility, but no one ever counts on someone breaking into prison.

Which is what Morris Chestnut, Nia Peeples and an assorted gang of body armored thugs do when hijacker Bruce Weitz is about to be executed. It seems that Weitz who has cleaned up quite a bit since he portrayed Detective Mick Belker on Hill Street Blues, has gone and buried a small fortune in gold bullion which he robbed back in the day resulting in several Treasury agents being killed. Which is why Weitz is on death row.

But Chestnut's helicopter which is his escape route crashes in a blinding rainstorm, we get a hostage situation which also involves a Supreme Court Justice in the person of Linda Thorson. Back before she got to the high court, Thorson was the judge who tried and sentenced Weitz and she's there as a witness to the execution that gets delayed.

Fortunately for all concerned Steven Segall is in the joint with his criminal buddy Ja Rule and he organizes the cons to resist.

People who go to see Steven Segall movies go for the action and violence and not a coherent and realistic plot. The action is plenty as Segall goes through the film in a style that makes Sylvester Stallone look like John Barrymore.

If that's what your taste in film is, go for it.

Truly, Steven Seagal has nothing better to do with his time than sharing screen time with wannabe actors/rappers. Clearly, this was one of those films which had no real point to it other than trying to appeal to a certain demographic in hopes of making a few bucks. One has to wonder what a person was thinking when the idea of investing in this film came. Anyway, this was just a another reason why Seagal is past his prime, and should try playing quirky roles as opposed to being a tough guy or something. It's hard to say anything else about this movie, considering very little care was put into it.