Movie Thoughts: Hard To Kill
The year was The Early Nineties. The place was An Elementary School. I was a little boy, in grade four or five I think. I don’t know why we were watching a movie in class, maybe we had a substitute teacher who didn’t want to do real work or maybe it was the last day before March Break and they wanted us to just shut up for a while. Whatever the reason, another student had brought in the movie Hard To Kill on VHS and whatever adult was meant to be in charge put it on for us.
The movie did not shut us up. A short way into the movie there is a sex scene and the class went wild, hooting and hollering, the kid who brought in the movie shouting “They don’t show it! They don’t show it!” but the adult just opting to turn the movie off instead. The near-nudity occurs about 15 minutes in, so I had officially begun watching this thing when I was rudely interrupted. For decades I didn’t bother to finish watching it. I lived across the street from a video store for years, and the Internet made it easy to watch whatever I wanted, but even as a kid who loved action movies I never cared much for Steven Seagal, who lacks a single drop of the charisma of Sir Schwarzenegger, and there was no science fiction twist or anything to make it spark my imagination. But even though I didn’t feel compelled to seek out the movie, the thought did often occur to me that it was a movie that I had failed to finish.
What if I died suddenly and this was my unfinished business? Did I want to be a ghost left eternally wandering in the hopes that I might chance upon some television playing Hard To Kill? No, I said! I must prevent this fate! So anyway, I watched it before I went to sleep this morning.
It was about what I expected.
Seagal plays Mason Storm, a decent action guy name ruined by being attached to Seagal. He’s a cop, the kind of Cool Tough Cop who if he stumbles across a liquor store robbery in progress he will absolutely fail to save the life of the liquorstoreman, but then he will show how cool and tough he is by painfully dispatching the robbers while being a jerk about it. He’s a living embodiment of the dreams of those who want to cause pain to criminals while being a prick but not actually solve any problems.
But he’s also a Family Man. He has a young son and a wife who is so sexy that her naked back will drive an elementary school class insane. Tragedy comes when the baddies, corrupt cops working for a corrupt politician, try to kill Storm. The attack leaves Storm in a coma, his wife dead, and his son on the run from the criminal organization. Storm spends seven years as a John Doe in a hospital where a nurse named Andy falls in love with him because she likes looking at his dick (that is actually a thing she is shown doing in this movie).
It’s all pretty standard stuff after that. Storm wakes up and learns that the corrupt politician is now the senator (and he’s played by William Sadler, which is neat), so he has to bring him down. There’s a bit of “Oh How Times Have Changed” stuff as he watches television, and the training he needs after the coma actually takes more time than I would have guessed which is neat. Obviously he and the nurse hook up (though he does miss his wife). Anyway, he is reunited with his son and kills his way through waves of the Senator’s goons. Then, just to mix things up, he does NOT kill the Senator himself, just gets him arrested and makes a prison rape joke. And the nurse says “I love you, Storm” as they hug on the way to credits. It’s ridiculous stuff.
It’s important to note that the movie wants us to think Mason Storm is a cool guy. We’re supposed to be impressed not only with his badassery, but also how he speaks other languages and can do acupuncture on himself. What a man of the world, right? But we have to keep in mind that during his rampage on the Senator’s mansion he took the time to write the phrase “anticipation of death is worse than death itself” on the inside of a toilet seat so that when a bad guy opens it up to pee he will see the phrase written there on the toilet seat and be scared. Mason Storm is the kind of guy who does that. Mason Storm is a weirdo.





