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There are a thousand ways to raise your adrenaline. Today, Chev Chelios will need every single one.
Professional assassin Chev Chelios learns his rival has injected him with a poison that will kill him if his heart rate drops.
This is a better remake of Speed, with Statham being the bus
Relentless frenetic action accompanied by pulse pounding kickass tunes! Gratuitous entertainment fraught with unbridled badassness!
Hyperactive adrenaline pumping violence and mayhem!
Does it look like I got cunt written on my head? Who do you think you are fucking with?
Crank is an experience unlike any other. Being strapped down to a chair in a dark room and getting doped up with any and every drug under the sun designed to increase your heart rate and perspiration all the while being surrounded by dozens of TV sets blaring fragmented heavy metal music videos is the only comparable physical equivalent.
A nightmare to some**
But to a select few, Crank is a transcendent experience that has "cult status" written on its forehead. No, not the word "cunt." This film on the outside appears to be an eccentric, sleazy, stupid, dumbfoundedly bizarre…
Um... I have no idea how to review this movie. It is illogical, weird, dumb, but ITS FUN! I have never been a big fan of Jason Statham and his over the top action movies, but I kinda like this one.
Crank is, in a sense, awful. I mean it's really, really dreadful. It looks as though a madman managed to get the entire editorial facilities of a cheap piece of software, give it a chunk of footage, and randomly select one style for each scene. It's mad. It's absolutely mad. It makes no sense at all. And that's precisely why I liked it so much. No film I have ever seen better evidences the purposes of beginning a narrative in media res: "in the middle of things". It's maybe half an hour before you're given any idea whatsoever of what's actually happening, so frenetic is the pacing of the action. Normally such mania…
About a third of the way in, Chev Chelios (Jason Statham) is standing in a hospital gown at a bay of TV screens. The report on the screens is about him, and what he has already "accomplished" so far in the film. One dead, others injured, hundreds of thousands of dollars of property damage. A man looks at Chev, recognizes him as the man wanted by the police, and then looks back at the TV screens.
When I watch action movies, I often find myself acting like this stranger who, rather than respond in any way to the mayhem in front of him, turns back to the screen. I see the toll each of these films diegetically leaves in its…
I remember liking this more. This wants to be Torque. I wanted this to be Torque. I want everything to be Torque.
This movie is insane. There's no other way to describe it. But it is amazing.
High-octane awesomeness that never lets up.
With Simpson, Adam, Matt Garthwaite at the Foundry
Hyperkinetic action that doesn’t relent with a sly and twisted sense of humour, only burdened by its superior sequel which unfairly but honestly diminishes this predecessor.
Not great ending
In my memory, this movie is an amazing masterpiece of balls-to-the-wall, DIY, stupid, kinetic action film making. I'm not sure if I'm conflating it with the sequel, or if it's just bigger and better executed in my memory, but this isn't the 5-star blow out I remembered. It is however, still an insane, super creative, sexy, charismatic action movie that knows how stupid and silly it is and revels in it. And Statham is just the man in this movie. It really is a fun time - it's just a little messy, and maybe too dumb for its own good.
Funny how certain visual aesthetics that didn't bother me in 2006 are so noticeably shoddy when seen in 2015.
With that being said, this is still one hell of a guilty pleasurable good time decent into a Grand Theft Auto type world where that great escapist joy often promised and not fully delivered in other action movies (looking at you Marvel films) comes in the form of watching a lucid dream where the protagonist gives fuck all about consequences and can do whatever it is he pleases - however immoral those actions may be.
This is best viewed by those able to leave their morals at the door, something I had no trouble doing.
No Run Lola Run, no Crank. Didn't realise how much of the aesthetic/style was taken from it until now.
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