Just when I thought I had this movie worked out as complete garbage, it really annoyed me and started redeeming itself, then got silly again.
To me, John Travolta has always been a bit schizophrenic in his choice of movies. I'm old enough to remember when John Travolta was in movies that set standards and broke records,and he proved his wide range of talents as an actor, singer, and dancer to even the most critical. Sadly, since then I've almost dreaded watching his movies, and kinda get a kick when a good one comes along.
I mean .... the talking babies, the night-club in Russia, that jello-face thing with Nic Cage, the aliens ..... all things that are good to watch just after you've opened a vein in a tub full of hot water and you're having second-thoughts.
But then I watch Pulp Fiction, Swordfish, Primary Colors, or Get Shorty and all is forgiven.
*** Caution: There be spoliers beyond this point!! *** This flick just seemed like an excuse to get Sam Jackson and John Travolta back together in a film, but the longer the movie goes on the longer it looks like an effort to keep them apart.
It seems fairly stylized, with the requisite amounts of eye-candy, but the director was smart in keeping this to a minimum - a rare treat nowadays. Connie Nielsen holds up pretty well against a sometimes-polished/sometimes-not Travolta, who seems to have buffed-up a bit recently - I'm at least thankful they didn't try to cast a sumo-wrestler and make us believe he was a Ranger.... just about my only real beef with Apocalypse Now, the movie which appears to have been at least some of the inspiration for this.
Judging by the majority of what most people who watched this movie think, I figure I must be retarded or something, because I actually enjoyed it. I wasn't expecting Olivier and James Earl Jones, I was expecting explosions, gunfire, loud noises, and something to switch my brain off at.
This movie gave me just over 90 minutes of just that, and I'm content that there were no talking babies, aliens, or surgeons-with-master-plans.
To me, John Travolta has always been a bit schizophrenic in his choice of movies. I'm old enough to remember when John Travolta was in movies that set standards and broke records,and he proved his wide range of talents as an actor, singer, and dancer to even the most critical. Sadly, since then I've almost dreaded watching his movies, and kinda get a kick when a good one comes along.
I mean .... the talking babies, the night-club in Russia, that jello-face thing with Nic Cage, the aliens ..... all things that are good to watch just after you've opened a vein in a tub full of hot water and you're having second-thoughts.
But then I watch Pulp Fiction, Swordfish, Primary Colors, or Get Shorty and all is forgiven.
*** Caution: There be spoliers beyond this point!! *** This flick just seemed like an excuse to get Sam Jackson and John Travolta back together in a film, but the longer the movie goes on the longer it looks like an effort to keep them apart.
It seems fairly stylized, with the requisite amounts of eye-candy, but the director was smart in keeping this to a minimum - a rare treat nowadays. Connie Nielsen holds up pretty well against a sometimes-polished/sometimes-not Travolta, who seems to have buffed-up a bit recently - I'm at least thankful they didn't try to cast a sumo-wrestler and make us believe he was a Ranger.... just about my only real beef with Apocalypse Now, the movie which appears to have been at least some of the inspiration for this.
Judging by the majority of what most people who watched this movie think, I figure I must be retarded or something, because I actually enjoyed it. I wasn't expecting Olivier and James Earl Jones, I was expecting explosions, gunfire, loud noises, and something to switch my brain off at.
This movie gave me just over 90 minutes of just that, and I'm content that there were no talking babies, aliens, or surgeons-with-master-plans.
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