For this perfunctory DTV thriller, Steven Seagal is joined by ex-wrestler Steve Austin, aka ‘Stone Cold’, which is a good way to describe the film’s calibre of acting. Both Steves seem to be communicating on a similar monotone frequency, as if they’re sharing the same air supply, leaving it to the supporting acts to spark life into this inert macho fest. They play security guards – former Marines, of course – in charge of a black site prison monitoring some rotten criminals, who bring in two new female inmates whose backgrounds are left deliberately ambiguous. A crack team of mercenaries posing as US Marshalls, with a little help from some bent coppers, take over the premises – Die Hard-style – in an attempt to spring the new detainees, but the two Steves stand in their way. Seagal’s backup includes the Australian martial artist Bren Foster, who is completely wasted in a heavy role which leaves little room to shine, only briefly getting to pull some moves near the end. Credit to Keoni Waxman – long-time Seagal collaborator – as the film moves along nicely, even if the film is mostly a sequence of guys carrying machine guns, who walk into rooms and spray bullets at each other. Seagal – with skullcap and tinted specs, looking ominously like one of the villains – does at least manage to throw out a few cursory punches and takedowns. As for his performance, I think ‘minimal conviction’ would be more accurate.