True Lies is so James Cameron, dude. I mean, it's like watching a comedy version of the Terminator movies that JC directed. Tough guy coming down the corridor, Tough guy flying through the shop window. Arnie chasing terrorist Art Malick on a motorbike (Malik on the bike, Arnie on a horse. Yes, big Arnie Schwarz' on a horse's back. I hope the animal got well paid.) The elevator bit - still horse vs motorbike - is a bit reminiscent of Commando's mall scene. The end of the chase is so insanely stupid, I wonder how my teenage self didn't walk out of the cinema in disgust. JC wrote this screenplay all on his own, which must include Arnie balling out a police horse for refusing to do the equivalent of Homer Simpson jumping Springfield Gorge on a skateboard.
"They call him The Sand Spider." "Why?" "Probably because it sounds scary."
Charlton Heston saying that "Why?" has got to be heard to be believed. As does his eyepatch.
Well, Arnie is a spy who pretends, in good Clark Kent fashion, to be a salesman, an action man whose wife and daughter think he's just a dull drone. The biggest, most ripped (that's a word, yeah? Ripped?) travelling salesman ever. Malik is a terrorist with a crazed fanatical look in his eye, and the most receding of receding hairlines ever lost over the horizon, and Tia Carrere a malevolent go-between. Jaime Lee Curtis is the bored wife hiding her inner sexpot, and Bill Paxton is the sleazy car salesman posing as a spy to trick bored wives (Curtis) into bedroom adventures. When Arnie starts spying on his straying wife using company tech, and with Malik's nefarious gang still on the loose, appearance and reality are about to become seriously, also comedically, entangled.
The interrogation scene, of Jaime Lee that is, after Arnie and co. Interrupt her already halted adultery - say that five times fast! - and she spills her guts about her midlife woes, is not the first, nor the last scene where incredulity swamps the brain of the viewer, but it might be the first scene where you think about chucking this movie for something else. That, or maybe the hotel room scene. Me, I'm just sitting, wondering where Malick's terrorist has got to, while all this Punch & Judy nonsense is going down.
I guess there have been more far-fetched movies.
Wait! I'm thinking...
"They call him The Sand Spider." "Why?" "Probably because it sounds scary."
Charlton Heston saying that "Why?" has got to be heard to be believed. As does his eyepatch.
Well, Arnie is a spy who pretends, in good Clark Kent fashion, to be a salesman, an action man whose wife and daughter think he's just a dull drone. The biggest, most ripped (that's a word, yeah? Ripped?) travelling salesman ever. Malik is a terrorist with a crazed fanatical look in his eye, and the most receding of receding hairlines ever lost over the horizon, and Tia Carrere a malevolent go-between. Jaime Lee Curtis is the bored wife hiding her inner sexpot, and Bill Paxton is the sleazy car salesman posing as a spy to trick bored wives (Curtis) into bedroom adventures. When Arnie starts spying on his straying wife using company tech, and with Malik's nefarious gang still on the loose, appearance and reality are about to become seriously, also comedically, entangled.
The interrogation scene, of Jaime Lee that is, after Arnie and co. Interrupt her already halted adultery - say that five times fast! - and she spills her guts about her midlife woes, is not the first, nor the last scene where incredulity swamps the brain of the viewer, but it might be the first scene where you think about chucking this movie for something else. That, or maybe the hotel room scene. Me, I'm just sitting, wondering where Malick's terrorist has got to, while all this Punch & Judy nonsense is going down.
I guess there have been more far-fetched movies.
Wait! I'm thinking...