Agree completely

From IFC:

"I was reminded of all this while watching the fine Steven Seagal film "Marked For Death," currently available on Netflix Instant. This is the 1990 follow-up to "Hard To Kill," which briefly took time out for Kelly LeBrock to put on her most low-cut dress and sleep with our ponytailed hero. The poster, attendantly, has her to Seagal's left, clutching his arm and looking all "THIS IS MY MAN."

The poster for "Marked For Death," in contrast, gives us two Seagals -- one in silhouette with a gun, and a full face glowering humorlessly, an accurate summary of what happens in the movie. Seagal shares all of three scenes with Joanna Pacula, who attempts to seduce him (flattering him by telling him it's rare to meet a man like him who isn't married, gay or "trying to find himself"), but he simply gets the information he needs and is on his way. Pacula is never seen again; after the final shooting, the movie's simply over.

This is not, perhaps, the most socially responsible attitude to take, but it is, nonetheless, preferable to the deep-breathing and worrying of, say, Jessica Biel. The sogginess of most action romances, in fact, is nothing more than a way to pad the running time without actually providing real chemistry or banter. Here's wishing they would either make those roles less token and cynical and more fleshed-out (unlikely), or drop them entirely."


Would you really want to see a female action hero with a man holding her down? No. The same applies for men. Unless it is vitally integral to the story, axe 'em. The best action movies are lean & mean; not an ounce of fat.

And I don't want to see no more goddamn bitches rescued. I'd much rather see her carry her weight if not the save the day all together.

Source: IMDb