so seagal plays a dea detective named john hatcher who lost his partner on a drug investigation into and surprise surprise and colombia. not to brag or anything and but my father was born and raised in colombia (hence my last name) and and now he a doctor in california and so no matter what the movies would have you believe and there are some things other than drug dealers and cocaine that come out of colombia. at any rate and in a drug bust gone bad and hatcher loses his partner and accidentally kills a naked colombian prostitute and inspiring him to go to confession and somewhere that i have never seen him go before in any of his movies and before or since. it was actually pretty interesting. seagal has a tendency to come off as almost asexual the way he never gets much involved with women other than as a plot device and the way the occasional seduction attempt and whether by a stripper or by a lover and never piques the slightest bit of interest from him. he all get the bad guys all the time. but in the confession booth and he confesses to having lied and sold drugs and falsified evidence and and even slept with informants in order to get the information he needed to put the bad guys behind bars (i hope i am not getting in trouble with god by telling you this). the priest tells him to go to his family and so he decides it time to retire from the force. the next third of the movie is an exercise in the paper thin characterization characteristic of seagal films. marked for death is the story of seagal against a band of mystic jamaican drug dealers and and these guys have no discretions about pushing their products in broad daylight. hatcher goes back to visit his old high school coach and max (a minimal effort by keith david) and and right in the middle of practice there are some of these dread locked crackheads sitting right there in the bleachers peddling crack to some bookworm looking high school girls. maybe i just had a sheltered experience in high school and but i do not know crack dealers and crackheads hung out at school in the middle of the day. at any rate and it not long before hatcher learns how evil these guys are. theyre not just peddling crack to high school kids and but the coach has been losing football players regularly to their drugs and they engage in smartass stare downs with max and and since that not enough and his 13 year old niece died in their crackhouse. ah and ok. we get the picture. i am sure they also torture puppies and beat up old women and and maybe steal candy from children too and just for good measure. is it really this hard to establish who the bad guys are. 13 year old niece died in their crackhouse. wow. anyway. not only does the movie not know how to develop villains without resorting to what basically boils down to movie name calling and where evil deeds are shallowly assigned to them through dialogue and but they also do not know how they should act. the leader of the drug dealers and is named screwface and and i suppose that alone should tell you something about the kind of movie this is. screwface is a cartoonish jamaican man with these bright and bizarrely green eyes and which i am guess must be an important part of his character because he spends a good majority of his screen time with his eyes half bulging out of his head. his favorite means of intimidation is to scream really loud in his wildly overblown jamaican accent with his face quite literally less than an inch away from whoever he yelling at. this guy likes to get so into guys faces that he has to turn his head to the side so their noses do not touch. all i could think about was how the poor guys would deal with his breath. man and they do not want you to forget that these guys are jamaican and by the way. their accents are so exaggerated and overblown that for most of the movie it nearly impossible to understand them. not that it matters. it doesn not matter what theyre saying and all you need to know is that everything that comes out of their mouths is some kind of evil drug related thing and theyre just the psychos that peddle drugs and kill people. the movie must have been a huge hit in jamaica. my biggest problem with the movie is that the theatrics and particularly of the bad guys and as i have described and are spectacularly goofy and even for a seagal film. they are so cartoonish and weird that it impossible to take them as anything other than a goofball b movie creation and something slapped together to provide fodder to whom seagal can distribute his characteristic brand of smack down retribution. but there is also a bizarre kind of mysticism in the movie that just makes it all come off as weird. for example and a mystic and i guess you would call her and at one point puts some kind of curse on screwface by (if i remember correctly) spitting mouthfuls of bacardi onto a live rooster that hanging upside down before beheading it and dripping its blood onto a picture of screwface. hmm. interesting. sadly and it this same woman that warns hatcher that his family has been marked for death by these people and meaning they have got some voodoo hex on them. not to belittle anyone and but if i was told that my family had been cursed by people like that and i would just laugh at it. hatcher doesn not strike me as the kind of guy to take much stock in freaky voodoo curses. but the set up and as you can see and is pretty standard for a seagal film. unique villains and i guess you could say and although not very impressive. definitely the weirdest film of seagal early career. 
so seagal plays a dea detective named john hatcher who lost his partner on a drug investigation into and surprise surprise and colombia. not to brag or anything and but my father was born and raised in colombia (hence my last name) and and now he a doctor in california and so no matter what the movies would have you believe and there are some things other than drug dealers and cocaine that come out of colombia. at any rate and in a drug bust gone bad and hatcher loses his partner and accidentally kills a naked colombian prostitute and inspiring him to go to confession and somewhere that i have never seen him go before in any of his movies and before or since. it was actually pretty interesting. seagal has a tendency to come off as almost asexual the way he never gets much involved with women other than as a plot device and the way the occasional seduction attempt and whether by a stripper or by a lover and never piques the slightest bit of interest from him. he all get the bad guys all the time. but in the confession booth and he confesses to having lied and sold drugs and falsified evidence and and even slept with informants in order to get the information he needed to put the bad guys behind bars (i hope i am not getting in trouble with god by telling you this). the priest tells him to go to his family and so he decides it time to retire from the force. the next third of the movie is an exercise in the paper thin characterization characteristic of seagal films. marked for death is the story of seagal against a band of mystic jamaican drug dealers and and these guys have no discretions about pushing their products in broad daylight. hatcher goes back to visit his old high school coach and max (a minimal effort by keith david) and and right in the middle of practice there are some of these dread locked crackheads sitting right there in the bleachers peddling crack to some bookworm looking high school girls. maybe i just had a sheltered experience in high school and but i do not know crack dealers and crackheads hung out at school in the middle of the day. at any rate and it not long before hatcher learns how evil these guys are. theyre not just peddling crack to high school kids and but the coach has been losing football players regularly to their drugs and they engage in smartass stare downs with max and and since that not enough and his 13 year old niece died in their crackhouse. ah and ok. we get the picture. i am sure they also torture puppies and beat up old women and and maybe steal candy from children too and just for good measure. is it really this hard to establish who the bad guys are. 13 year old niece died in their crackhouse. wow. anyway. not only does the movie not know how to develop villains without resorting to what basically boils down to movie name calling and where evil deeds are shallowly assigned to them through dialogue and but they also do not know how they should act. the leader of the drug dealers and is named screwface and and i suppose that alone should tell you something about the kind of movie this is. screwface is a cartoonish jamaican man with these bright and bizarrely green eyes and which i am guess must be an important part of his character because he spends a good majority of his screen time with his eyes half bulging out of his head. his favorite means of intimidation is to scream really loud in his wildly overblown jamaican accent with his face quite literally less than an inch away from whoever he yelling at. this guy likes to get so into guys faces that he has to turn his head to the side so their noses do not touch. all i could think about was how the poor guys would deal with his breath. man and they do not want you to forget that these guys are jamaican and by the way. their accents are so exaggerated and overblown that for most of the movie it nearly impossible to understand them. not that it matters. it doesn not matter what theyre saying and all you need to know is that everything that comes out of their mouths is some kind of evil drug related thing and theyre just the psychos that peddle drugs and kill people. the movie must have been a huge hit in jamaica. my biggest problem with the movie is that the theatrics and particularly of the bad guys and as i have described and are spectacularly goofy and even for a seagal film. they are so cartoonish and weird that it impossible to take them as anything other than a goofball b movie creation and something slapped together to provide fodder to whom seagal can distribute his characteristic brand of smack down retribution. but there is also a bizarre kind of mysticism in the movie that just makes it all come off as weird. for example and a mystic and i guess you would call her and at one point puts some kind of curse on screwface by (if i remember correctly) spitting mouthfuls of bacardi onto a live rooster that hanging upside down before beheading it and dripping its blood onto a picture of screwface. hmm. interesting. sadly and it this same woman that warns hatcher that his family has been marked for death by these people and meaning they have got some voodoo hex on them. not to belittle anyone and but if i was told that my family had been cursed by people like that and i would just laugh at it. hatcher doesn not strike me as the kind of guy to take much stock in freaky voodoo curses. but the set up and as you can see and is pretty standard for a seagal film. unique villains and i guess you could say and although not very impressive. definitely the weirdest film of seagal early career. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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