Poison in his veins. Vengeance in his heart. / You Stop You Die
Chev Chelios is a professional assassin working for the West Coast crime syndicate. Chev's girlfriend Eve doesn't know what Chev does and Chev is planning to quit the crime syndicate so he can spend more time with her. But for Chev, things about to get very bad, when he learns he has been injected with a poison called "The Beijing Cocktail" by his rival Verona, which will kill him if his heart rate drops. Trying to stay alive and seeking help from friend, Kaylo and Doc Miles, to keep his heart pumping. Chev sets out to find answers as well as protecting Eve, and get his revenge on those who have betrayed him before the poison kills him.
This is a better remake of Speed, with Statham being the bus
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…
I have thought about this for a couple of days now. How can I describe Crank? What can I possibly say that accurately reflects what sort of movie this is? The only answer is either going to be "with great difficulty" or "not at all."
The first thing that I thought about Crank after the opening scene with Statham awaking to find he has been poisoned and has less than an hour to live, is that it's going to be an interesting film! The POV camera, almost as if you're in a computer game, is only the start of things.
The pace of this film is just non-stop. The writers/directors take this concept of a man who must keep his…
This was made by either:
1. Smart people trying to be stupid.
2. Stupid people trying to be cool.
Either way, I liked it and I don't know why.
What do you get when you remove:
-The slightest iota of realism
from a movie?
You get Crank.
One of the most mentallly deranged action films you will ever see. Possibly Statham's greatest work?
Written and directed by Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor, this fast-paced anf frantic film enters on a British hitman in Los Angeles named Chev Chelios (Jason Statham) who is poisoned and must keep his adrenaline flowing constantly in order to keep himself alive. To do so he has sex in public with girlfriend Amy Smart, gets into bone crunching fights with other gangsters, has altercations with the police, and takes numerous drugs. The film's title comes from the slang word for "methamphetamine."
Basically, Chelios was part of a hit gone wrong and so the Chinese gangsters involved have tracked him down for payback, but it's Chelios who will dispense payback if he can stay alive long enough to find them…
emulates the video game experience
Mola. Te ves esta peli, te ves todas las de Jason Statham menos 2 o 3 (Snatch, Revolver y otra que no me acuerdo).
A masterpiece for modern times.
An action film that never slows down.
This could not exist without Jason Statham. He's perfect for the role of Chev Chelios. The correct blend of serious and comedy was required for this role and he can pull it off perfect.
They made this up as they went along and it's brilliant for it. I love this film.
There's some cool camerawork, and the concept is fun, but I think I'm about 16 years too old to find this incredibly dumbed-down style amusing.
D.O.A. is more my speed.
The marriage of the style and content, of the film's human-as-compulsive-march-toward-solipsistic-excess framework and Neveldine & Taylor's hungrily frenetic pacing and visual style, is perfect enough that it may genetically qualify as incest.
The film's video game sired twin qualities of an intensely focused restlessness, and the resultant myopic denial of the severity of consequence of action, are quite clearly deployed in a satirical sense. N/T are, beyond their audaciously unrestrained camera work, fashioning a mirror from the writ-large materials of their milieu. The breadth of this embrace commendably doesn't exclude the uglier aspects of the culture they so fully articulate; the film is rife with instances of misogyny and racism varying between being tacit and explicit.
This gesture is appreciated, but,…
Un huracan de mala hostia llamado Statham.
A bad ass hurricane named Statham.