
Failing as a buddy movie, one might consider this an action yarn, but its content isn’t so much action as violence—extreme violence, which I found deadening. The big suspense is when and how Stallone is going to face off with beefy Jason Momoa.
What passes for cleverness in Alessandro Camon’s screenplay is a running gag of Stallone referring to Yang by a series of silly Asian names and epithets. (I’m not sure how many young moviegoers will get the Kato reference, but it scarcely matters.)
I know that screenwriter Camon, who wrote The Messenger, and director Walter Hill, who has forty years of credits to his name, are capable of better moviemaking than this. I also know that audiences who are hungry for explosions and a high body count will be willing to check their brains at the door to consume what this film has to offer.
As for me, I need a movie like this like I need a bullet to the head.
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3 Comments
Me | February 3, 2013 3:41 PM
Stallone's body looks like chewed bubble-gum in the pic. A human raisin?
phil | February 2, 2013 11:59 AM
Sung Yang? May want to spell-check...
Tony Caruana | February 1, 2013 3:55 PM
I wasn't impressed by the trailer, either.