This film is dross, Bruce Willis has entered into the realms of Nick Cage, turning out for any old script that pays.

Least Nick gives out the sporadic lil gem here and there.

Well, I have to say that Bruce Willis sure isn't delivering the same kind of interesting and watchable movies like he used to do. Granted, the man is getting older, but the last decade or so has been one poor excuse of a movie after another, you know, the direct-to-DVD type of action movies that Steven Seagal ended up making.

But still, I had the opportunity to sit down and watch the 2021 action thriller "American Siege" here in 2022, so of course I did so, on the off-chance that Bruce Willis actually had put out a movie worthwhile watching. But that was not the case here with writers Edward Drake and Corey Large's 2021 movie. Nay, and calling "American Siege" an action thriller is pressing the term, as there was no thrills here, and only miniscule action.

"American Siege" should have been named "American Dialogue", because it was essentially just 100 minutes of people standing around talking. It was so insanely boring to watch, and I gave up 50 minutes into the ordeal. This movie from director Edward Drake was just a swing and a miss.

There simply just wasn't enough momentum or drive to "American Siege", and such a thing for an action thriller is just a death sentence.

The acting performances in "American Siege" were lukewarm at best, and even Bruce Willis seemed like he didn't believe in the script and storyline. So you're not in for an evening of thespian performances if you sit down to watch "American Siege".

If you enjoy action thrillers, then "American Siege" is one I would recommend you not waste your time, money or effort on.

My rating of "American Siege" lands on a two out of ten stars.

From our last month's installment of Fortress, nothing has really changed in American Siege.

We still have writer and director Edward Drake responsible for yet another Willis-Drake disaster. Maybe Drake has something on Brucey, or they're related, because this flop-film duo are responsible for Apex, Cosmic Sin, Breach, and we have two more upcoming flops from this disaster duo.

Once again, Drake gives us a predictable, cliched, convoluted and sloppy screenplay, riddled with plot and technical issues, along with the atrocious "I hope there's no aliens" type dialogue. Even the sets this time were hilarious - opening a huge vault door, going down the stairs to a basement bigger than a high school gymnasium, that also has a high barn roof with daylight coming in from the exhaust fans. Clearly, the set and location manager didn't understand the assignment. His directing was just as bad with unnecessary nostril close-ups, 1980's slow-mos, and long dragged out and unnecessary scenes. The acting by most was decent, especially Anna Hindman and Cullen G. Chambers - obviously not Brucey, as he once again looked like the most inexperienced, loud and expressionless actor of them all, just grunting his lines in between drinks. He was just there for the paycheck. The cinematography was bland, but the score was surprisingly fitting and proper, unlike the typical loud, constant, unfitting and annoying B film scores. Thankfully the 90 min runtime flew by with some decent pacing.

It's a very generous 3/10 from me, all mostly going to The Great One's wife and son, Janet Jones and Trevor Gretzky for their compelling performances. Tune in for next month's installment of yet another "Brucey's Monthly Lousy Movies" review of Gasoline Alley, coming to your nearest discount VOD provider real soon.