Arnie creaks out of his armchair for one last action outing, as the title probably disingenuously promises, and in time-honoured fashion the rest of the cast sportingly ignore the mismatch between his accent which actually seems to have got thicker as if he no longer had the energy to half-try and his character's name as a small-town sheriff who takes it on himself to stop a speeding fugitive crossing over to Mexico, plus his army of goons. Diverging from the High Noon set-up, the filmmaker seems to have decided that these days the big guy needs help for 'plausibility' so he gets a posse of forgettable deputies too, and then unfortunately makes all the dialogue utterly forgettable as well. The action is workmanlike as these things go, but it's hardly a great swansong for the Wrinklynator.
4/10
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