If you think bloody fights, high power car-bike-helicopter-foot chases, angry
(and if you ask me, rather old) cops, suspicious drug deals and more bloody fights
make up an action flick, Exit Wounds will certainly make you think again, and
again, and again - it is one of those movies that ignore the necessity of a plausible
plot, credible characters and intelligent dialogue. The result is that you exit
the theater with your sensibilities wounded.
Orin Boyd (Steven Seagal) is a cop who thinks that the entire world is his responsibility. This makes him take himself rather seriously, saving the vice-president's life in the bargain. His bosses dislike his gravity and bravery so much that he gets transferred to the meanest and toughest zone in Detroit as a punishment for being disrespectful of authority (we share the huh!).
Here, Seagal comes across a drug operation that, him being who he is, he has to bust. His investigation leads him (and, unfortunately, the audience) in various uninteresting directions, including suspicious colleagues and the terribly rich gangster Latrell Walker (DMX). The real culprit, though, is supposed to be a surprise, but by the time the movie gets there, you are too numb and in no mood to be surprised.
Foolish dialogues and bad editing do discredit the flick even more. Seagal looks
in control only when he is bashing someone up - at all other times he looks lost.
Comedy (if you can call it that) comes in the form of an outrageous group therapy
session that Seagal is forced to attend, and Walker's irritating sidekick. There's
nothing in this movie that recommends it - watch it only if you are a real hard-core
action-flick buff, and even then at the risk of boredom.