Steven ‘Producer Credit’ Seagal
I had the pleasure of watching the latest Seagal direct to dvd yesterday, Pistol Whipped. While no way as piss-poor as the festering wart of hatred for the art of the cinema that was Attack Force, this is not the sleek continuation of the rather good Urban Justice I was hoping for, though it did have 5-6 lines worth of excellent baddy acting by (pottery by) Lance Henriksen . What made it more interesting though, is the increasing power of the Seagal ego in the dialogue. I’m pretty used to women being inexplicably attracted to the hamlike akidoka, but I did not expect the following lines (as I remember them, I’m not watching it again):
INT – Bedroom – Our hero and leading lady lay in post coital contemplation
Girl: <Big rant about the glass ceiling, followed by>… and that’s when I realised what I really needed to get ahead was a dick
Big Steve: Well, I don’t think I’d like you so much with a dick. Especially if it was bigger than mine.
Girl: I don’t think that’s possible.
I believe they call it ‘creative control’.
Trailer:
I think you’ve linked to the whole film there gonz. Sweet.
I swear it was the trailer when I linked it! Oh well, does appear to be the whole thing