Submerged (2005)
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Premise: A scientist in South America, who is performing successful mind control experiments and selling the research to the highest bidder, is tagged by the U.S. government as a threat. After a botched kill mission, a group of imprisoned and expendable special service soldiers, led by Chris Jones (Steven Seagal), are released and sent to finish the job.
Review: Steven Seagal is definitely on a roll, not that I'd call that a good thing. In the last couple years, he's been kicking out mostly poor B-movies faster than a rabbit in heat. Submerged is his second feature in collaboration with B-movie producers Nu Image after the bomb that is Ticker and it's no better. In fact, the producers should have thought twice about a title like Submerged as it leaves a gaping opening for puns to be made. But I promise not to sink to such depths and infer that Seagal ends up all wet.
First off, if you're looking for hardcore Aikido action to be displayed, go check out Seagal's first couple films, 'cause he hasn't gone back since. Submerged attempts to tap into the military action thrill ride that was Under Siege, but ends up with a clunky thriller that tries hard to cover up its many faults with slick, but uneven editing and stylized direction from Anthony Hickox.
Per usual, Seagal is the whispering and shadow-lurking special forces agent, this time released from a military prison with a team of his hard-nosed Navy buddies after suffering from a political cover-up. His second chance comes in the form of taking on the task of taking out a secret base housing a wannabe South American dictator and a crack scientist dabbling in mind control. The film's title refers to his getaway vehicle, a confiscated submarine that also threatens to become his tomb when mind-controlled hostages (including martial arts B-movie star Gary Daniels) attempt a hostile takeover, which makes the entire crew suddenly expendable. Seagal escapes with his surviving team and a mind control specialist to continue tracking the mad scientist, who escaped the attack and has set up operations that involve the planned assassination of a newly elected South American president.
Of director Anthony Hickox, I have to say I absolutely loved two of his early movies, Waxwork and Waxwork II: Lost in Time. Both were low budget send-ups to past cult horror classics, especially the more comical sequel. They were corny and completely over-the-top, but very entertaining. I haven't seen anything of his since, but figured he might be able to infuse a bit of quirkiness to the Seagal franchise. Nothing could be farther from the truth. We get a movie that tries desperately to be a savvy, Tom Clancy-ish military thriller by way of Steven Soderbergh's Traffic on a budget that falls far short of the moviemakers' ambitions. Add to that a goofball plot better suited for an animated episode of G.I. Joe and an equally boneheaded treatment that has Seagal introduced to thumping rock music. All-around bad acting and consistently terrible lighting doesn't help the film's cause either.
The military action scenes, that Nu Image love to play up in their movies, are terrible. Gun fights have shaky cam and squib-popping elements of Black Hawk Down, but really just end up with guys on either side standing or slowly walking in a line ten feet from each other and firing away with machine guns. And just like G.I. Joe or The A-Team, people evade gunfire at close range with fantastic ease. Seagal, with pump-action shotgun in hand, has a slightly better shootout towards the end, but it's nothing we haven't seen countless times before. A scene involving the shoot down of a spy drone is laughable as it looks just like the miniature model that it is, as does the jet fighter that nails it.
As for martial arts, it's more of the same from Seagal. That means limited and ultra fast-edited chaos that makes Seagal look like a tough guy without showing us how he did anything other than flail his arms. Midway through, he does briefly go toe-to-toe with Gary Daniels, an action star of limited acting ability and respectable physical skills when properly highlighted, which is generally never considering his almost endless stream of disposable C-grade movies. It's nothing for genre fans to take even a passing interest in as Daniels' small role is a throwaway and the scene is short and unimpressive.
All I can say for Seagal is that he's starting to creep me out as his career progresses. He's increasingly being shot in shadow with a single light on his face, which makes me want to give him the nickname of "The Lurker." In addition, his strained voice continues to be poorly dubbed, and this time he's trying to sound like a black man with a Cajun accent. Honestly, I have nothing against the guy personally, but he isn't delivering the moves he once did and he's starting to freak me out in a less-talented Marlon Brando fashion. But for some reason Columbia Tristar keeps putting out his direct-to-DVD movies and I keep reviewing them. One can only hope this vicious cycle will one day end with me coming to my senses, Seagal retiring or with Seagal's return to hard-edged Aikido action with improved plots. Considering recent trends, none of the above seem likely.
Rating : 2/5
By Mark Pollard