Several sequences of this gorefest, which is posed between hyperkinetic martial-arts mayhem and near-static moments of confusion and terror, have a gleeful virtuosity that nearly redeems its lumbering longueurs and generic splatter.
It's a far cry from what Van Damme and Lundgren were doing twenty years ago, but in the end this film comes off like a band that claims all of the 'right' influences in interviews but can't synthesize good taste into work of merit.
I found the level of violence in the film repugnant and most of the characters irredeemable, disposable and forgettable. They aren't particularly bright, either. It has the artistic sensibilities of a slaughterhouse.
Anyone who stumbles into "Universal Soldier: Day of Reckoning" unprepared is bound to leave shellshocked. Not just because of the movie's brutal violence, but from the stunning realization that this grim franchise will never stop regenerating itself.