This has to be one of the cheesiest action movies ever made. And who would have thought to put Sandra Bullock in a movie with Sly? I wouldn't say they had chemestry, at all, but each goofy character seemed to fit nicely into whatever it is the movie intended to be. They put just about every cliche they could think of into this film, including the kiss at the end.
All that being said, this goes down as one of my favorite action movies--one of my favorite Sly movies--ever. Next to the rocky series, of course.
Please pardon my pseudo-intellectuaphilisophicalismysiticality.
According to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech, and freedom of choice. I'm the kinda guy that likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecue ribs with the side-order of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol! I wanna eat bacon, and butter, and buckets of cheese, okay?! I wanna smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section! I wanna run naked through the street, with green Jell-O all over my body, reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly may feel the need to, okay, pal?
Please pardon my pseudo-intellectuaphilisophicalismysiticality.
04-17-2006 06:48 PM
