The threadbare screenplay, which went into production as Seven Year Storm, uses a Rip van Winkle gimmick. As Mason Storm, cop Steven Seagal is nearly killed in the first reel after shooting surveillance film of corrupt politico Bill Sadler. His wife (Bonnie Burroughs) is murdered by Sadler’s minions.
Cop buddy Frederick Coffin recognizes the danger and hides evidence of Seagal’s last-minute recovery. Seven years later, under the tutelage of impossibly beautiful nurse (and real-life wife) Kelly Le Brock, Seagal comes out of his coma (sporting a laughable phony beard), uses Oriental methods of recovery and plots his revenge.
Sluggish direction by Bruce Malmuth doesn’t help, but whenever Seagal is allowed to whip into action the film is a crowdpleaser. Unlike other loner prototypes, he goes beyond merely ruthless into the realm of sadistic, breaking opponents’ limbs just for starters (as in a memorable fight here with latino heavy Branscombe Richmond). It ain’t pretty, but it gets the action fans off.