Steven Seagal, a DEA agent in need of R&R, returns to the white-bread suburb of his youth, and finds it overrun by Rastafarian dope peddlers (led by a green-eyed magic man called Screwface). He breaks a lot of bones, he chops off a head, he does what any man would do to defend his family. The feeling somehow persists that, with his comic-book frown and smooth-planed face, his idling-engine voice, his dancer's grace, he deserves a better movie. But not sooner than Chuck Norris. With Joanna Pacula and Keith David; directed by Dwight H. Little. (1990) — Duncan Shepherd
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