I was bored enough to try to watch this online yesterday, and I only made it in about ten minutes or so, when Statham is wandering around shooting Chinese, uh, gangsters? henchmen?
What does it say about my level of ADD that this movie bored me?
This thing is a Rorschach test. Is it a pan? A rave? Depends on your preconceptions.
This qualifies as an "only in a motel room while traveling and the alternative is sitcom reruns" movie, but I have to admire how game Jason Statham is for such tripe. I hope he's filthy fucking rich.
ingopixel--Will you feel violated if I use the expression "Bing Fucking Crosby" every day for the rest of my life? I enjoy the sound of it so very much . . .
I will see this movie, just based on this review alone. I will see it and I will love it. The same way I loved and adored films like Transporter and Shoot'em Up.
I just realized I may have sounded sarcastic in my last comment. I honestly mean it: this review was awesome and I can't wait to see the sequel to one of the best run-n-gun action movies made this decade.
You've provided the film's publicists with so many good pull-quotes! I'm looking forward to seeing ads for it saying "Tits! Tits! Tits! --Paul Constant, The Stranger" right below whatever rave Peter Travers gave them.
I feel like we should pass a constitutional amendment banning Jason Statham from ever wearing a shirt. Perhaps we could sneak in a section that requires him to fuck me at least three times a week too.
Now that's a constitutional amendment I could really get behind... Under... On top of... Bent over the arm of my sofa...
I was actually felt embarrassed for Statham after this movie ended. The scene showing him fucking in the middle of the race track made me loose whatever respect I had for him as a anglo Bruce Lee.
I don't even want to think about what kind of mentality the producers were shooting for that might appreciate this movie.
this was possibly the greatest movie i've ever seen and you summed it up perfectly! can't wait for crank 3!
You're living the American dream, Paul.
What does it say about my level of ADD that this movie bored me?
I'm sensing there were some problems on the verisimilitude front with this movie.
This thing is a Rorschach test. Is it a pan? A rave? Depends on your preconceptions.
This qualifies as an "only in a motel room while traveling and the alternative is sitcom reruns" movie, but I have to admire how game Jason Statham is for such tripe. I hope he's filthy fucking rich.
ingopixel--Will you feel violated if I use the expression "Bing Fucking Crosby" every day for the rest of my life? I enjoy the sound of it so very much . . .
Now that's a constitutional amendment I could really get behind... Under... On top of... Bent over the arm of my sofa...
I don't even want to think about what kind of mentality the producers were shooting for that might appreciate this movie.