If there's one thing we've learned from his knuckle-scraping, neck-snapping exploits over the years, it's to never count out the Muscles From Brussels. This cheeky riff on Van Damme's on- and offscreen personae, JCVD, is an unexpectedly clever trip through the looking glass of fame, as the past-his-prime action star is taken hostage in a post office (or is he?) and then kicks the captors' butts (or does he?). All the while, he fights for custody of his daughter. Let the comeback begin. The only EXTRAS are a few weak deleted scenes. B


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