An unrepentant B-movie, "The Marine" features the sort of bare-bones plot that would in previous years have served as a vehicle for the likes of Charles Bronson. Essentially, it boils down to a bunch of bad guys (and gal, played by the vixenish Abigail Bianca) who kidnap the hero's wife (Kelly Carlson, of FX's "Nip/Tuck") for "insurance" while they are being pursued by the cops.
Thus begins a relentless pursuit by the resolute, monosyllabic ex-Marine, which includes a good number of fights, both of the armed and hand-to-hand variety; car chases, including one in which the hero's car is essentially reduced to a frame with wheels; and amazing number of fiery explosions. Indeed, the sheer volume of conflagrations in the picture exceeds that of "The Towering Inferno" and "Backdraft" combined.
The film's saving grace are its fast pacing and generous doses of humor, the latter of which is mostly provided by Robert Patrick's sly delivery of the many wisecracks doled out by his villainous character. Requesting that the bystanders in the robbery avert their eyes, for instance, he claims to have "severe intimacy issues." And his deadpan reaction when one of his cohorts compares the unstoppable hero to the Terminator is priceless.
Otherwise, the film is strictly by the numbers, with director John Bonito (a veteran of television commercials, naturally) making sure to provide the requisite number of shots in which the actors advance in slow motion while pretending to ignore the apocalyptic explosions taking place just behind them.