I cannot say enough bad about this movie. But I'll try: (1) It's not a Steven Seagal movie (fortunately); it's a movie that has Steven Seagal in it, but all he does is snipe a few people, and stare around through his sunglasses. The bulk of this movie is NOT centered on him or his character, but they plugged his face onto the poster art as some kind of draw. (2) As an Army combat veteran, I'm appalled and sickened at how unrealistic and idiotic the vast majority of this film was. You have supposedly combat-ready soldiers in a combat theater, being sent out on a combat mission, yet not a single one is wearing a Kevlar; the only "soldiers" that DO have any kind of headgear on are wearing those useless soft caps, and Seagal is strutting around wearing his like he _"one o' da bruhs kickin' it back in da hood, kno'w'say'n"_ with his stupid soft cap turned around backward. (3) You have some spoiled brat running around with a camera, smart-mouthing a full-bird colonel and demanding that she be sent out on a live mission...and when the colonel refuses, she later sneaks herself into the back of a deuce-and-a-half, only to later reveal that she's this crack expert marksman that can take out Afghani soldiers - with a pistol, mind you - at rifle range, when none of the combat markman can hit squat. (And her expert "marksmanship" is accomplished while lying underneath the deuce-and-a-half, no less!) Later, she saves the day by dressing up as an Afghan chick and allowing herself to be handed over to the Grand Poobah himself, only to knee him in the crotch while simultaneously pinning a grenade to his chest, pulling the pin, spitting an expletive at him, and managing to get out of harm's way BEFORE the grenade goes off. After saving the day - much to the groveling gratitude and undying devotion of all her now-admiring male minions - she picks up her Canon and, with scarcely a smudge of dust on her face, her pearly white teeth gleaming beautifully in the Afghan sunlight, she captures photos of all her admirers for her (undoubtedly) Pulitzer-winning story that she's been after. Meanwhile, Steven Seagal saunters downstairs to continue his miserable attempt at ebonics, forgetting that he has a critically wounded soldier left alone upstairs. Fade to end credits... (while the critically wounded soldier upstairs is forgotten and left to die with that bullet lodged in his spine, I guess.)

And there you have it, friends and neighbors. And if I "spoiled" it for you, you can thank me for saving you from watching this steaming pile. I know this is a lengthy "review" (or 'comment' or whatever Trakt wants to call it) but believe me: There's no way I can say enough bad about this movie. Out of all the stinkers that I've put myself through in my insane effort to watch every film with Steven Seagal in it, this has to rank as one of the absolute worst. Absolutely awful, awful, awful, and awful. Avoid this one at all costs. You will thank me.

PS: In spite of its title, this film should in no way whatsoever, be linked to the _Sniper_ movies starring Tom Berenger. As bad as some of those were, they were a breath of fresh air compared to this rotting fetid pile of compost. **Do Not Watch This!!!**