Wishmaster, another guilty pleasure of mine premiered.
I just watched Fire Down Below for the second time ever this past weekend. I saw it originally in early 1998 on video and was caught off guard by how much I was enjoying it. I went into watching Fire Down Below with bottom of the barrel expectations. At that point, I had written off Steven Seagal, who was coming off a string of lesser movies and losing the shine he had with his home studio, Warner Bros. What I got was this sweet southern romance with action scenes around the margins. I’ve said in the past that I am a big fan of the “going country” action movie that seems to be a signpost in most action heroes’ careers. Statham had Homefront, Van Damme had Nowhere to Run, Schwarzenegger attempted a comeback with The Last Stand, etc. Seagal’s Fire Down Below is no exception. By slowing things down a bit (compared to their “city” fare), these going country action vehicles show a humbler, lower-key and often more likable side to many action stars. Lucky for me, Fire Down Below is just as charming as I remember it being and stands as maybe my second favorite Seagal movie (ducks for people throwing vegetables) after Under Siege.
I’ve been recommending a lot of “bad” movies this year, to the point that I’m worried that my singing their praises will cause you to watch them and further call into question my taste and credibility, but I simply don’t care anymore. If it looks like fun and feels like fun then it’s fun, and Fire Down Below is fun, 11% Tomatometer be damned.