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REVIEW
B-Movie of the Week: Flight of Fury
Written by T. Rigney
Published February 13, 2007
Part of B-Movie of the Week
This morning I awoke with a start, the sound of light peck-peck-pecking bringing me suddenly from an oh so succulent dream sequence involving thick fog, moldy tangerines, and something that slightly resembled Ernie Hudson in a pink parka singing Eddie Rabbit's "I Love a Rainy Night" in Spanish.
The soft rapping on my chamber door was like that of a humming bird, eager for an early morning splash of sweet sugar water. So you can imagine my surprise when I threw open the door to discover a top secret stealth bomber delivering the new Steven Seagal flick straight to my doorstep! Thanks guys! I loved you in Black Thunder!
If you haven't read my frothy review for Attack Force yet, you may want to do so right now. I hate that blasted film with a passion usually reserved for terrorist attacks and countdown shows produced by A&E. It's easily Seagal's worst effort to date, in my humble opinion, something most fans simply did not think was possible at this point in the same. Some individuals claim the project was butchered during post-production, but I'm just not buying it. The movie was horrid — nothing could have prevented that mess from being anything other than a total failure. Accept and move on, okay? Good times.
Flight of Fury, despite being helmed by the same lunatic who directed Seagal's last picture, is surprisingly entertaining. No joke! The film finds our hero embarking on a mission to retrieve a stolen stealth bomber before a terrorist organization can use it to unleash a diabolical plot against world-wide freedom. It's a simple concept, basic even, but it actually seems to work in the film's favor. There's really not too much to get confused about, quite the accomplishment for a direct-to-video release starring our favorite blues-slingin' aikido master. I'll take what I can get.
The script isn't going to win any awards, of course, but it certainly gets the job done. There are some pacing issues, a handful of pointless conversations, and perhaps too few scenes featuring Seagal himself. In fact, the big guy is kind of hard to find in the first half of the movie, since director Michael Keusch feels the need to pad the film with a ton of stock footage. Some of it's pretty obvious, too, particularly when special effects have been digitally incorporated into the scene. Quite poorly, I might add. Well, at least they were trying. Like I said, I'll take what I can get.
Word of advice, though: Seagal fans actually enjoying seeing Steven Seagal in the movies that bear his name. In other words, try to use him more often. And put a light or two on the guy, would ya? Shadows only makes him look swollen.
On the voice-over front, things aren't nearly as intrusive as they were with Attack Force, which again shows marked improvement. It's still a huge problem, but at least it's getting better. Why ol' Steven doesn't show up for re-recording is truly baffling. Why would you want some other guy doing a bad impersonation of your voice? It's embarrassing. Or at least it should be, anyway. Oh, well. At least the guy they hired to do the work isn't a complete imbecile. That's gotta count for something.
Speaking of Seagal, the big guy is looking a bit thinner these days. Oh, and it turns out he can actually move around a little without the use of a stunt double. Who knew? Our favorite aikido master is featured in a few decent brawls this time around, including a fairly satisfying number in an airplane hangar towards the end of the film. People get smacked around, stabbed, shot, slapped again, and beaten properly, Seagal-style. It's nowhere near as impressive as his earlier work, mind you, but it's as thrilling as the confrontations found in both Mercenary for Justice and Shadow Man. Hoorah for bloody action!
Even the supporting cast is serviceable. Nobody looks narcoleptic, illiterate, or drug-addicted. What an improvement! However, if you really want a good look at what kind of skills the cast is packing, behold the secret agent lesbian sex scene situated near the middle of the flick. Because, you know, every faux espionage picture just isn't complete without a little girl-on-girl action. If real-life spies got down and dirty like that, nobody would want to fight. Trust me. Awww, yeah.
I know this review sounds like one big joke at Seagal's expense, but it really isn't. Flight of Fury is good stuff, and I'm happy about it. It doesn't come close to topping the recent efforts by fellow fallen stars Jean-Claude Van Damme or Dolph Lundgren, of course, but at least it's bloody, stupid, sexy, and pretty fun to watch. Seagal looks healthy, has an active role in his fight scenes, and speaks at least a third of his dialogue himself. Amazing. Had Keusch dropped about ten minutes of that silly stock footage, maybe the film would've felt tighter, more focused. As it stands, Flight of Fury is a definite improvement over our hero's past two movies, but as you know, there's always room to grow.
Perhaps the inclusion of more lesbian spies would help matters.