Houston Chronicle Forget it. He's had a decade to do it, and Jean-Claude Van Damme still isn't close to being the new Sly or Arnold. In fact, he's regressing, now languishing in the sorry Maximum Risk .
Minimum entertainment is more like it.
Action flicks should be fun, and this one is a bloody bore. Its premise is preposterous, its acting is atrocious, the tone is grim and the foreign feel may be more off-putting for the action crowd than a subtitled art film would be for Joe Bob Briggs. At least these new twins never meet. Instead, one perishes in the film's wild opening scene, leaving a mystery for his French-cop brother to unravel. Yes, you can hear that line ringing in your ears whenever Van Damme breaks an arm, stabs a belly or fires a bullet into a brain.