Maximum Conviction (2012) – Keoni Waxman.

'Why don't you fuck ya mamma, or one of your pet poodles!!'

Seagal, and piledriving cohort Steve Austin portray steely Jar heads, baby sitting two high value female cons besieged by mercenaries who clearly failed their 'How to Kill Seagal' module, in explosive DTV deathgasm Maximum Conviction. It has been mooted that a Pre-Goateed Seagal proved to be a more ambulatory combatant, than his later fuzz-faced iteration, but Maximum Conviction belies this maxim, since partner Austin ably provides much of the film's stone cold, close quarters butt whupping. The gifted director Keoni Waxman remains one of Seagal's more capable collaborators, and Mr. Austin is manifestly no slouch when it comes to ripping some skelloid a new one, plus the jacked Michael Pare essayed a credibly malign nemesis. It should be common knowledge that any 3^rd banana goon won't make it past the 1^st act should they deliver the 'big bald asshole!' line in the audible vicinity of Steve Austin! Recidivist Seagal/Austin/DTV action addicts should appreciate the bloodily kinetic climax, and multiple bonus points are awarded for Mr. Austin's machismo quippage, delivering the especially choice 'no pain, no gain!' to his gruesomely impaled victim! My personal impression of Maximum Conviction is that Austin's alpha charisma raised it above the more mundane Steamroller production, Seagal's dour, increasingly monochromatic presence heralding his inexorable descent into DTV dotage, only lightened by sporadic interludes of grossly unintended levity!