The saving grace, aside from enjoying a merely passable Action movie experience, is William Fichtner. Such is the thin line that separates this vapid Same general method, but one is a whole lot better, more efficient, and far sexier than the other. Sure both serve the same basic purpose and with the Tarantino would have the slick and roaring Charger's pedal-to-the-metal, Drive Angry sputters along like the jalopy from Uncle Buck. It evokes Tarantino might be a plus, a sign that it's at least headed in the right direction, but to use a metaphor that relates to the movie, where Immediately of Quentin Tarantino or cringing at the failed attempt to replicate the witty-sharp dialogue he's so gifted with the ability to write. Drive Angry soĭesperately wants to be the next hip and cool wonder of cinema, but just try and listen to the opening monologue without either thinking Where the film also fails is in its copycatting of a style that's just too difficult to get right without the proper touch. Violent, but admittedly somewhat superior, combination of two Nicholas Cage flops, the aforementioned Ghost Rider and the abysmal Throw in some goofy hellish supernatural angle and a weirdo cult and the end result is just a His usual effective but half-dozing performance and the sheer unoriginality of the stunts, the movie just never seems primed to explode beyond theįireballs that light up the screen every now and then. Sure the movie isn't one that was ever going to forever alter the landscape of trashy violent cinema, but between Nicolas Cage turning in The disappointment comes in that it just feels so darn Screen with an air of sexy and all the violence and noise that genre fans can handle. Skimpily-dressed Amber Heard into the same car as the bulletproof and bleached Nicolas Cage so they may go about their business of steaming up Even the plot doesn't really matter it's not at all interesting, serving instead as a means to get a Removing most everything else from the equation. Thrills, and the sleazy tone that all but guarantees no morality or thematic undercurrents, the picture emphasizing fast driving and butt-kicking while It delivers on that basic need well enough genre fans will get a kick out of it, enjoying the fast cars, hot women, gruesome violence, cheap Yes, Drive Angry is a disappointment, but it's the kind of movie that most probably don't count on for anything other than a good time at Meanwhile, Milton is tracked by a mysterious agent of hell known only as "TheĪccountant" (William Fichtner, Black Hawk Down). Surely accepts him and comes to his aid in the fight to save the baby. Horrific acts of violence and comes to understand both Milton's quest for justice and his unique ability to withstand physical violence, she slowly but The name of Piper (Amber Heard, The Stepfather) from her abusive boyfriend. While hot on the cult's trail, Milton rescues a young Who believes that the infant's death will usher in a new era of evil terror across the world. Her captors are members of a satanic Louisiana cult led by the despicable Jonah King (Billy Burke) To be sacrificed under the light of the full moon. Ready to kill in the name of avenging his murdered daughter and saving the life of his newborn granddaughter who has been kidnapped and is being The recently-deceased Milton (Nicolas Cage, National Treasure) has just burst free from hell and is back on Earth and Remake/Chiller My Bloody Valentine, winds up only playing copycat with his movie,Įlements of superior throwback genre pictures and winding up with Ghost Rider on steroids rather than the second coming of Death Proof. Sizzling-hot fresh off-the-grill mouthwatering delight, but Director Patrick Lussier, whose most notable work is the competent but forgettable 3D Drive Angry, a hard-R action rampage with sex, boobs, and boozeĪplenty thrown in for good measure, has its moments and more or less works as a slice of raw off-the-bone entertainment. Makings of something better but just not quite fleshed out to the point of respectability or, as cinephiles have come to expect from the video storeĬlerk-turned Hollywood sensation, greatness. It's not anįailure, though, just a regular old woulda-could-shoulda been better fail, feeling like the kind of thing Tarantino wrote as a teenager, a movie with all Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez Grindhouse movie, except that it's a failure instead of a success. Drive Angry has all the makings of some Quentin Hurry up and call Tarantino somebody stole a script he wrote back when he was 13. That verb-adjective combo worked with 'Die Hard,' not so much with 'Drive Angry.'
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