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A tough-on-crime street cop must protect the only surviving witness to a strange murderous cult with far reaching plans.
I'm always going to wonder why Cobra cut that slice of pizza in half with a large pair of scissors.
This is a great movie, but that's not why I'm here. I just want everyone on Letterboxd to know that I shaved Brian Thompson's face. Physically, with my hands, touched and shaved his beard. This is a true story, it's my reality, no one can take this from me.
This is why you should give this film a pass:
- cutting pizza with scissors
- 'This is where the law ends and I start...........sucker!'
- Matchstick toothpick.
- Dennis Leary once said he wanted a cheese helmet so he could put it on and eat cheese the entire day. This is that.
- There is no plot. This is a good thing.
- Lots of A-team violence.
Brigitte Nielsen is awful. It's like watching an East European shot put athlete trying to act.
Without any irony or that "aware of how silly it is" quality people for some goddamn reason champion in action movies these days, this Sylvester Stallone penned thriller hurls a big sleazeball of post-Dirty Harry fascism at your eyeballs faster than you can say MTV. I would argue that Cannon Films generally, and this film in particular, represent the nexus of low brow exploitation and slick Hollywood spectacle (and perhaps its apex too). This is a nasty and mean piece of work, that, though never overtly graphic, feels as grimy and ludicrous as some of the stuff that played on 42nd Street in the decade prior. It's all coated in a sheen of style from director George P. Cosmatos and…
Gotta love the AWSOM 50 license plate; delicately complex writing from Sly. I mean, all Cobra brings to battle with him is a match to chew on and a Coors to sip on -- ain't no goofs or gaffs under those shades, my friends. If there's one thing that I learned from this movie, it's never to go to battle without a goddamn match between my teeth. I'd take a baker's dozen punches to the Adam's apple before smackin' back without my handy-dandy wick... can't be poppin' caps before, first and foremost, taking care of that oral fixation.
I don't mean to get mathematical on ya but I'd say that the oral fixation, the match, the shades and the license…
"Go ahead, I don’t shop here."
The overcompensation of violence when rule of law comes up short.
Sylvester Stallone plays Marion 'Cobra' Cobretti. His gun has a cobra on the handle and he drives a black 1950 Mercury Monterey with the license plate "AWSOM 50". He wears reflective aviators and chews on a matchstick. He gives his coworkers nutritional advice ("Try some fish!") and tells them not to swear in public. He shoves a journalist's face at a corpse when they ask if he used excessive force ("Tell that to their family!"). But more important than anything else, he eats cold pizza with scissors.
Cobra feels like the result of a semi-dystopian 80's crime thriller being made by a recent…
This is a Canon-ass Canon film, no diggity.
A paint by numbers 80s Action Film. No heart or depth in any of the scenes and no care for the protaganists or the comically over the top antagonists.
Action scenes were fun though. And Sly was... Sly. What you would expect.
Stallone's "Dirty Harry" with probably the best tagline in cinema history ever stamped on a poster!
"You're the disease, and I'm the cure."
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Well, that escalated quickly!
Badass, violent, and fast paced, this is one of those movies I've loved since I was a kid. It's also one that always disappointed to see that it never got a sequel.
Anyways, one of Stallone's best non-franchise movies.
I wish there were more scenes of Cobra in his home office clutter looking out into the night under a neon Pepsi sign moon.
My favorite character is Andrew Robinson's police foil to fascist violence hobbyist-cum-savior Marion Cobretti. Amorphously coalitioned scum with the occult criminal resilience to threaten Morning in America have got some on-point axe choreography and he's whinging about who Cobra just got done wasting in a who wastes who world.
This was a fun enough gritty little 80's thriller. It's not surprising that it didn't set the world on fire but I can imagine it was a fine night out.
not much of the dialog makes sense but I guess it's ok
making a list of canonical action texts for a friend who is looking to see more action movies. recommendations welcome!
recommend shit to me, please! esp. little known sleazy stuff