After taking an early “L” that left him drowning in self-loathing, regret, and deep side cut tank tops, mountain ranger Clifford “Cliff” Hangar (Stallone) finds himself embroiled in a Die Hardian struggle against a motley crew of self-styled criminal sophisticates including, but not limited to, Delmar (a soon-to-be market corrected by Jason Statham ruffian) and Kynette (a livid* Cool Runnings-era Leon) and led by a John Lithgow type in British face who is perpetually penny wise but pound foolish.
Adding to the drama is the homicidal rage that Stallone must endure from his dear friend turned snarling adversary, Hal (Michael “Rowdy” Rooker). And the fact that this movie posits a world in which winter hats do not exist. (*Which may explain Leon’s steroidal rage.)
All told, it is a rich text and a pure delight.