Jean-Claude Van Damme is a super-kickboxer agent type who has retired to the south of France with his pregnant wife. He's happy there until the guys in suits find him and tell him to go kickbox super-terrorist Mickey Rourke, or else. He buys a bunch of nifty-looking weapons from oddly dressed super-arms dealer Dennis Rodman, and ambushes Rourke at a German amusement park. Things go wrong, and he accidentally kills Rourke's little son, so Rourke kidnaps Van Damme's pregnant wife. From there, Double Team quickly falls apart. Someone involved in the making of this movie is clearly insane; it should be just a standard buddy/action movie, but aside from lots of kickboxing and shooting and a big fight at the end, it doesn't follow any of the genre's chimp-simple conventions. It may be the worst Van Damme movie ever made, and entirely irrelevant except for one interesting fact: During the final sequence, Van Damme, his infant son, and Rodman are saved from an enormous prolonged explosion by taking shelter behind a Coke machine in what may be the most blatant product placement in film history.