Recensioni di Metacritic

So audaciously bad it's good, which is about as close to quality as Seagal is likely to get these days.

The most exhilarating fight by far is an acrobatic wall climber between Ja Rule and Nia Peeples, choreographed by Hong Kong's Xin Xin Xong (The Musketeer) who, in terms of thrills per minute, is the movie's real star.

What we get, while rarely boring, is a succession of senseless scenes bathed in formula-thriller blue light, full of blazing Uzis, exploding helicopters and sentimental male bonding.

Sleek, pointless action picture.

Half Past Dead would’ve been a bad film without Seagal anyways, but he fails long before any of the other parts do.

About as weak a movie as can be made without actively trying.

Call this one "Die Hard" on Alcatraz, and this time the "cuckoo crazy" maverick has got the homeboys on his side.

Stupid. Illogical. Simplistic. Pandering. And those are its good points.

Dismal.

After several scenes of this tacky nonsense, you'll be wistful for the testosterone-charged wizardry of Jerry Bruckheimer productions, especially because Half Past Dead is like "The Rock" on a Wal-Mart budget. And the marked-down price tags are incredibly visible.