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I hadn't heard anything about this movie before it showed up at the
video store and I don't know why. The cinematography is amazing! The
story is a souped-up and twisted take on 1985's "After Hours" with a
dash of 1995's TV series "Strange Luck." I was impressed with Paul
Walker and Vera Farmiga and blown away by the excellent extended cast.
This is one of those movies I know I'll be watching again and again and
still finding something new each time. I highly recommend that everyone
While you're at it check out "After Hours" and see if you can get your hands on any "Strange Luck" episodes.
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All I wanted from this film was 90 minutes of mindless entertainment (I
had no illusions about its grandeur) but it was so lame that I'm mad I
wasted any time on it at all. Three points are for special effects and
one is for Josh "Tasty Treat" Lucas.
First, Kurt Russell plays some tight ass dad who gets all bent out of shape because his daughter has one button of her blouse undone. PLEASE! This is Jack Burton, Snake Plisskin, Sergeant Todd, Gabe Cash - even the The Computer (who) Wore Tennis Shoes - not some repressed psycho-dad.
Richard Dreyfus was totally irrelevant as the movie's token gay. I guessed he was gay because he was wearing a big honking diamond earring in one ear and a bow-tie. My hunch was proved true when he morphed into a sad and pathetic old man who kept calling his young ex-loverman on the phone begging him to call back. He also did some fey thing at the dinner table but I can't remember exactly what it was this was right before he was going to dramatically throw himself into the sea over his lost love.
As we are introduced to other characters I realize that everyone so far is white and this only changes when we are taken to the kitchen down here we seem to have a lively mix of minorities.
Even more lamely, everything starts to happen at midnight on New Years Eve.
The bridge is staffed with an all white male crew while the black captain, the excellent Andre Braugher, is ringing in the New Year in the dining room with the white guests. Not much diversity here. One officer on duty mysteriously senses that something is "not right" while the captain sits oblivious to everything except the singer Fergie. Then lo and behold through the binoculars it's a gigantic rogue wave! ** Lots of big special effects. ** A few ship toss survivors decide to hot foot it out of the upside down dining room and a nice waiter, the super duper Freddy Rodriguez, volunteers to help them find their way out. He is so generous in fact that he insists Dreyfus pass over an elevator shaft on a makeshift bridge first. When it's time for Freddy to cross there are of course problems and he ends up hanging from Dreyfus' ankle in the elevator shaft. What follows is a very unpleasant scene. The elevator is shaking loose and will be falling back down/up the shaft to squish everyone and oh no they're unable to pull the combined Dreyfus and Freddie up to safety! "Shake him off! Shake him off!" Josh tells Dreyfus, but Freddy will not be shaken off... so Dreyfus kicks him off and poor, helpful Freddy falls screaming to his death.
During this nonsense Russell's film daughter is trapped in the disco (is it 1978 again?!?) where her manly fiancé is stuck under a huge metal lighting stand. Being the delicate creature that she is, she's unable to budge that prodigious foe alone. Oh, look! It's Mía Maestro, the Hispanic waiter's girl friend! She can help with this difficult manual labor task! Also, send her over to pick through the dead bodies to find something sturdy to use as a lever. Miss Priss will stay here by her man in need. I miss the adventurous Shelley Winters.
** Lots more crap and a funny Kevin "Lucky Larry" Dillon moment. **
The only good thing about this movie? Seeing puffed up plastic Botox-face Fergie go down with the ship.
By the end of the film Andre, Freddy and Mia are all dead and six white people are miraculously saved. Yay for them!
I know the director is German, but come on.
Shakespeare it isn't, but it's not for the plot that I watch the Transporter movies. The action is excellent and is even better if you are able to suspend your disbelief for an hour or so. There are a number of scenes that are so outrageous that you need to decide if you're going to buy in or get out. I bought in. There were also a couple of obvious blue screen moments and several stunts that were totally telegraphed, but otherwise fast and clever. The only disappointments for me were wardrobe related - he had too much stubble and wore way too many clothes. There was plenty of T&A for the guys but we waited in vain for the movie to give even a little something to the ladies... no such luck. In spite these minor failings, I highly recommend that you go along for the ride. I'll certainly be back again - Transporter 3 anyone?
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Let's see... it starts out bad and goes to worse. In the opening scenes
his army buddy gets killed because Seagal's character (who is
supposedly a top-notch operative) does not seem to grasp the concept of
Then we have the FBI supervisor William Atherton who had better lines in Real Genius, and calls in Seagal to investigate a power struggle in the Tokyo underworld. Apparently, nobody in any local law enforcement organization understands the Yakuza like Seagal.
They totally wasted the fabulous Chiaki Kuriyama - but maybe it's better for her that she was not more visible in this dog.
The clichés are hard to keep track of, here are just a few: 1. Alienated loner teamed with rookie 2. Rookie killed trying to impress the IL' tough guy 3. Loner has finally found love with young hottie, which only serves to get her killed (again because of that covert deficiency) 4. Multiple family murder-revenge story lines 5. The clash of the traditional gangster who lives by a code of conduct and the modern ultra-violent criminal with no respect for anyone or anything
For as long as Seagal has been making movies you'd also think he'd learn a thing or two - maybe even work on a second facial expression. Also, he seems to have lost the ability to differentiate between fantasy and reality. In both he imagines himself to be a Japanese sensei and reluctant samurai, and this conceit is getting old, old, old.
I'll be the first to admit that the super butt kicking action was not
the only thing I appreciated in Jean-Claude Van Damme's films back in
the day. His own butt was an excellent plus. Timecop and Cyborg? I was
there. I tried to hang on after that but... JCVD twins, Dennis Rodman,
science gone bad? It was all too cartoony and the action wasn't enough
to hold my interest. I turned my attention East and... Salvation! The
wonders of Hong Kong film.
Looking to pack a recent weekend with as much action and gunplay possible, I found "Wake of Death" and decided to give JCVD another try. I'm glad I did as I found it to be a fine film. It doesn't have the American film clichés - a hero with a heart of gold, selflessly protecting orphans and widows, while throwing off quippy one-liners and never sustaining anything more than a few strategically placed scratches.
This is a man with a questionable and likely criminal past, but we're not back storied into seeing how he is really just a misunderstood hero. It is up to the viewer to make their own judgment about this man and his actions. This film is not for those who like their action mindless.
I agree with all the comments about Jean-Claude's acting skills he has definitely earned to communicate emotion and real character depth. He is a long way from the stone-faced Muscles from Brussels.
This woman gives the film 2 thumbs up! Now go kick some ass!