Here, Segal is one of those L. A. cops with a mysterious background -- once worked with the CIA, special ops, black sites, Vietnam, speaks both Mandarin Chinese and Russian, then gone native and joined a Zen monastery, was trained in the martial art called No Kan Do and the finer points of macramé.
I don't hold much with martial arts. First of all it's a lot of work. Second, I've known only two guys who had some training, a high school chum and, years later, a Korean fisherman in Pago Pago. I asked them to explain some moves to me and found myself instantly on my ass without having learned a thing. But never mind that.
In this movie, to which the title is linked only by the most tenuous of associations, Segal is a cop who has a partner, Wayans, and who has a tendency to sometimes break the law in the pursuit of his own idea of justice. The tendency is more pronounced when he finds his ex wife's body pinned to a wall and crucified. I mean, he gets really serious, except for the unending stream of wisecracks from him and his partner. There is one of those scenes in which his boss on the LAPD tells him to hand over his shield. He throws it into a urinal.
No need to go on about the plot. The heavies are the Russian mafia and a corrupt CIA official. When Segal is finished demolishing a restaurant and a dozen or so heavies, he's not even breathing hard. The practice of Zen will do that for you. There are shots galore, a wild car caroming off others at high speed, an escape from a blossoming fireball (twice).
That's it.
I mean that's the whole story.
I don't hold much with martial arts. First of all it's a lot of work. Second, I've known only two guys who had some training, a high school chum and, years later, a Korean fisherman in Pago Pago. I asked them to explain some moves to me and found myself instantly on my ass without having learned a thing. But never mind that.
In this movie, to which the title is linked only by the most tenuous of associations, Segal is a cop who has a partner, Wayans, and who has a tendency to sometimes break the law in the pursuit of his own idea of justice. The tendency is more pronounced when he finds his ex wife's body pinned to a wall and crucified. I mean, he gets really serious, except for the unending stream of wisecracks from him and his partner. There is one of those scenes in which his boss on the LAPD tells him to hand over his shield. He throws it into a urinal.
No need to go on about the plot. The heavies are the Russian mafia and a corrupt CIA official. When Segal is finished demolishing a restaurant and a dozen or so heavies, he's not even breathing hard. The practice of Zen will do that for you. There are shots galore, a wild car caroming off others at high speed, an escape from a blossoming fireball (twice).
That's it.
I mean that's the whole story.