Sean Vetter (Vin Diesel) is one tough son-of-a-gun DEA agent.

"Nothing left to live for...everything to fight for." Or, at least, that's what the tagline would have us believe. Personally, I'd be happy with the former and let this painting-by-numbers rehash of any one of Steven Segal's back catalogue rest in peace...permanently...and you can take that to the bank!

The streets made him the man he is, so he knows the streets like no-one else, and together with his partner, Demetrius Hicks (Larenz Tate), manages to bring down the head of the Baja Cartel.

This shoot-'em-up is disjointed and disharmonious nonsense, when even the action sequences lack real energy and have little of the slick, expensive pyrotechnics of his previous efforts. It's noteworthy to mention that Diesel co-produced this vitriolic crusade of revenge and redemption, so maybe he knows his time in the sun is fading.

Shot mainly under the cover of darkness - to hide the embarrassment of its cast no doubt - Vin does his pouting best to avenge the mysterious Diablo, who ordered the botched hit that killed his wife, and manages to bring the mysterious druglord to justice in the process.

It's certainly a moody affair and our man Vin is in his element, beating the bad guys at their own game. They think they are players - well, they can think again, because this man is the real deal and he doesn't need a badge to bring them down. Ho-hum.

He may have been kicked off the force, but goddammit, someone's gonna pay and as his thirst for retribution threatens to throw him over the edge, it's only the intervention of his loyal partner that saves the day. And so the story goes...

All the oldest clichés in the action/thriller genre are played out to the full in a monotonously obvious climax and this hopeful theatrical release was always destined for a hasty retreat to the "special offer" shelves of your local rental store.