Really, how could we have a discussion about overkill without mentioning Steven Seagal?
Seriously, half of the man’s success as an action star stemmed from his propensity for protracted, and gloriously savage kill sessions at the end of his earlier (and better) movies.
Almost makes you forget that he runs like a feeb:
Hell, I bet half of you didn’t even know he could run.
Anyway, as #5 on our list of the Top 10 Best Overkills in Movies; it needn’t be mentioned that the end fight of Out For Justice is a truly exceptional overkill; even by Seagal-ian standards:
The overkill in question takes place during the climactic confrontation between Seagal’s Gino Felino, and a massively bloated William Forsythe’s Richie Madano.
Honestly man, I don’t know what the fuck was up with Forsythe in this movie, as I can’t really recall having seen him in anything earlier than this movie, but Jesus-fuck he was HUGE.
Anyway, this particular overkill gets brownie points due to dramatic tension between the 2 characters.
Did I really just use the phrase “dramatic tension” in regards to a Seagal movie?
What I mean to say, is that the whole movie is essentially about Seagal chasing Forsythe, who killed the former’s partner and is otherwise guilty of being a crackhead, a homicidal maniac, and for being fucking HUGE when his character is supposed to be on the crack.
Things come to a head as Seagal finally catches up to Forsythe as the latter is living it up at a house party.
Casey-Fucking-Ryback, I mean, Steven Seagal; of course, crashes the party like the massive tool that he is, and manages to kill off Richie’s entire gang despite taking a nasty bullet to the gut.
Cracked out of his mind, Forsythe makes the rather foolish decision to march out into the open to greet Seagal, citing the fact that he is out of bullets, and thusly should be placed under arrest.
Seagal? Doing actual police work?
Not bloody likely!
With the atmosphere in the room rife with the man-stank of impending physical conflict, Forsythe rushes Seagal, and the overkill officially begins.
As does Richie Madano’s lesson in futility.
Or at the very least, thrown into a shit ton of hard surfaces and/or furniture.
With his prey laying in shambles on the floor, Seagal readies himself by spreading his arms and attempting to pinch a loaf right then and there.
Still reeling from the savagery of Seagal’s uber-savage aikido throw, Forsythe eventually manages to pick himself up and…
Attempts to bum-rush Seagal for the 2nd time in a row.
On the side we also get a nice shot of the diaper/back pad that Forsythe was wearing for this scene, probably to keep from shitting himself in awe of the sheer epicry that was 1990’s Steven Seagal.
So let’s recap:
Forsythe: 0. JUSTICE: 2.
Despite the odds being heavily stacked against him, to his credit; Forsythe manages to pull a fast one on ‘ole Stevie.
As Seagal is picking Forsythe up from the floor, presumably to prep him for another trip to Ikea hell; the fat man somehow summons the strength to send the both of them through the nearby hand-railing, and off the balcony!
Scrambling to their feet, the 2 men once again lock-up and grapple with one another.
That is, only if you call Steven Seagal grabbing William Forsythe by the head and kneeing him in the face “grappling.”
Stunned, but not terribly injured, Forsythe stumbles back against the wall, and proceeds to totally lose his shit as he makes the meanest of mean faces and tosses a fuckin’ shelf at Seagal.
Now, based on what’s come before, what kind of shit do you think Forsythe tries to pull this time?
Unfortunately, you’d also be
This of course, results in more aikido tossing and furniture realignment.
His face now covered in blood, Forsythe finally decides to change up his tactics a little, this time throwing a punch at Seagal.
This of course results in Seagal blocking said punch and returning it with a swift combination of punches, topped off by a tasty kick to the Jimmy.
Protip: DON’T try to fight Steven Seagal.
After a pretty savage stomp on the head, Forsythe somehow manages to reach up from the floor to thumb the shit out of Seagal’s gut wound from earlier in the movie.
Despite the white-hot, searing pain that said sausage-thumb in his gut must bring him, Seagal summons all of his man-strength and grabs hold of Forsythe’s neck runs his ass backwards a few yards and into the kitchen.
After chucking Forsythe into a nearby table, Seagal once again readies himself with another impromptu giga-deuce.
Thus begins the stage of the fight where Seagal’s opponent grows desperate and begins grabbing hold of whatever blunt instuments/bladed objects are readily available, only to have said weapons turned against them.
Forsythe’s first attempt in using said tactic, is to grab hold of a kitchen knife, and start winging it around like a damn fool.
This of course results in Seagal grabbing hold of Forsythe’s arm, and wrenching his wrist out of place.
With his wrist now considerably FUCKED, Forsythe’s next bid for victory employs the use of the deadliest of all kitchen utensils:
A pepper mill.
Disarming him, and knocking Forysthe’s fat ass to the floor AGAIN, Seagal follows this up by putting the obese fuck’s head through the nearest window.
Sliding down the windowsill, and back into the kitchen, Forsythe’s scrambles to his feet and grabs hold of Seagal’s sleeve, only to be clubbed over the head with, *GASP* the pepper mill!
Forsythe’s next weapon of choice proves to a classic of kitchen warfare: a frying pan.
Unfortunately, he only really gets to swing it once before Seagal slips behind him, snatches the pan, and bashes the poor fat bastard over the head with it.
Now, let it be known, Steven Seagal is not a punchy/kicky kind of guy.
As mentioned previously, his fighting generally consists of throwing people into things/people, but seldom does he ever find a need to throw a punch.
That being said, after the knife, pepper mill, and frying pan, Seagal get a little overconfident, and decides to uncork some of the wimpiest punches of his long career on Forsythe’s face.
Speaking of “uncork,” as Forsythe lies on the floor, chuckling at the fanciful display of feeble combination punching just unleashed on his face, he very slowly begins to make a move for a corkscrew/wine opener!
As Forsythe hobbles to his feet, muttering an ominous “fuck you,” we enter the grand finale of our #5 Best Overkill sequence.
With one deft move, Seagal evades Forsyth’s lunge with the corkscrew/wine opener; and promptly jams that fucker into the fat fuck’s face:
Thus concludes our decidedly Seagal-ian overkill.
Oh yeah, it should also be noted that, moments after finally killing Forsythe, Seagal also takes the time to shoot the ever-loving-fuck out of the poor fattie’s dead body, ’cause you know; the plot.