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Nowhere to Run
When the law can't protect the innocent, the only hero left is an outlaw.
Escaped convict Sam Gillen single handedly takes on ruthless developers determined to evict Clydie - a widow with two young children. Nobody knows who Sam is.
JCVD as an escaped convict with nowhere to run, until he stumbles upon a farmhouse owned by Rosanna Arquette. Soon, JCVD forms a strong bond with Ms Arquette and her two small kids. When an evil rich tycoon fella and his goons threaten JCVD's new instant family, the mullet from Brussels flexes his muscles, and the shit gets dirty quick; in this plot first, action flick with a heart of gold.
There's a lot to like in Nowhere to Run. JCVD wears his blue jeans so high, you get stoned looking at him. His hair, is wet perm, and it's always stylish. The motorcycle stunts are realistically radical. The little kids crack jokes about dongs and boobs. Damn Yankees jam…
"Au revoir, fucker!" - Sam Gillen
Classic Van Damme action movie and cheese fest. He's an escaped convict hiding on a widow's (Rosanna Arquette) land, property which is desperately sought after by business men as part of a massive project. Naturally, Van Damme helps the widow, Clydie, and her two kids against these greedy men who would stop at nothing to see their plan come to fruition. Instead of, you know... laying low and getting the fuck out of there. Just saying, since he's an escaped convict. But how can he resist the charm of Rosanna Arquette and the chance at being a father figure for the kids, I rhetorically ask?
There are quite a few awesome and ridiculous moments…
I love Van Damme's stoic benevolent stranger act, this lone-wolf ass-kicker with puppy dog eyes and a heart of gold. Kind of plays like a HARD TARGET prequel awkwardly cross-pollinated with SHANE or HONDO. Best part of this is though is the bodice-ripper shit, the scrappy, sex-starved widow trying to save her land who takes in a hunky escaped con, or the way he gazes longingly at her while she soaps up a horse.
Even though Nowhere to Run fizzled slightly after its intense, action-packed and beautifully shot opening [YOU GUYS! That scene when the Security Guard shot the passenger of the red car, the close up of the gun, following the bullet through the back window of the car right into the guy's neck, that was AMAZING], I still enjoyed the movie for the most part.
Ted Levine was really great as the villain, but would you expect any less of him? It was unfortunate that in most scenes where JCVD was having a "conversation" with an adult, it resulted in a deer in headlights response and it took him about a minute and a half to answer them. It was almost hard…
"What's broken your arm or your leg?"
Awe the good old days when I was but a wee Grooveman and Action films had terrible one liners, amazingly awkward sex scenes, no cgi and ran less the 100 minutes. I miss those days. I truly miss them.
"Au revoir, fucker!"
A pretty underrated
Van Damme actioner.
My favorite JCVD film. Typical and predictable (weren't most 80's/early 90's action films?) but with great characters, plenty of great ass kicking scenes, a cool Triumph motorcycle chase scene and R. Arquettes boobs.
I remember seeing this opening weekend in theaters and thinking it was pretty good. Always debated if I should buy it over the years since, but finally had to rewatch it while I'm on my movie kick of 1993.
It was not very good. What was I thinking. Was Arquette's full on nudity the reasoning I remember it being so good? I mean, that woman is smoking hot...the power right?
But not very good acting, a plot that kind of makes no sense in the real world and some really poor dialogue at times....I mean, Van Damme, Arquette and two kids have a diner conversation about penis size. WTF?
Some of the revenge in the end makes it end on a better note, but I found most of the film pretty dull and cheesy.
In 1993, people were still trying to figure out what to do with this weirdo Belgian ass-kicker with an accent as thick as tree trunk. Generic tough-guy badassery and one-liners always felt like a strange fit for Jean-Claude Van Damme. But about a decade before people figured out that he could do boredom, disaffection, and fear to great effect, Hitcher-head Bob Harmon and king sleazeball Joe Eszterhas figured out (well mostly; still plenty of not-great one-liners here, and Harmon doesn't shoot action badly so much as he shoots it weirdly) that JCVD was uniquely well-equipped to play what is essentially the male lead of a Harlequin novel. We fucked up as a culture, and short-changed Van Damme as an actor…
I believe this is my first Eszterhas and it didn't really disappoint in the sleaze department. Rosanna Arquette, playing a widowed, perpetually horny mother of two, is seen buck-ass nude in her very first scene. Later, she gets her melons sucked by Brussels' Finest, she sensually soaps up a horse, and, my personal favorite, discusses Van Damme's penis size with her very young kids over some green beans and mashed potatoes. (It's average, she corrects. The kids foolishly thought it to be large.) Anyways, this is a slightly better version of this kind of story; mysterious drifter comes to town, romances a widow, and saves her house from being overtaken by nefarious developers and crooked cops. It's an admittedly low…
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A primeira metade dos anos 90 foi dominada em grande parte por esse ícone belga de nome Van Damme. O gajo era sinónimo de porrada, rotativos, espargatas. E os putos adoravam. Não havia que pensar muito: há um tipo bom e uns quantos maus. Os maus fazem a vida negra ao bom, que ao mesmo tempo os vai desancando. Este era um daqueles que o ator fez antes de começar a cair no ridículo. Reergueu-se há uns anos com uma pequena pérola de nome "JCVD". Quem não viu, que o vá ver... a sério... podem largar aqui o estaminé e ir ver o filme. Vale bem a pena.
Sobre este "Sem Escape: Vencer ou Morrer", é o que se espera…
I'd remembered this as the most character-oriented movie of Van Damme's golden age, though that would put it at about a level with an average Statham movie.
The difference there being that Statham movies are action movies with the occasional emphasis on character, while this is kinda like a Lifetime movie with a few bursts of action. (I don't think I've ever seen a Lifetime movie. Behold my prejudice at work.)
So, Van Damme is playing more of a type than a person - a rugged escaped convict who snuggles up to a small-town widow and befriends her children and protects them all from evil developers. He sure suits the material though, he was always like the cheesecake king of…
I hate kids, I hate kids in movies and I especially hate kids in movies that are otherwise aimed at adults. The "tough guy bonding with children" was without question the worst trope of this era, and this is probably the most cynical attempt I've seen - made all the more insincere by the fact that JCVD was definitely coked off his nuts for every second of this shoot, no doubt contributing to Kieran Culkin's irreparable psychological damage.
Not even an ultra-phoned-in Ted Levine can save this movie. I spent the vast majority of its runtime yelling "WHERE'S THE VIOLENCE" - and by the time it happens there's been so much overwrought emotional twattery that it doesn't even matter. I mean, I get it - Terminator 2 had just come out, Arnie was a cuddly robot dad, JCVD just wanted to feel that love. But fucking hell.
Worst JCVD movie of the 90s. Yes that includes Double Team.
Adding kids to an action movie is almost never a good idea, even if one of them is Macauley Culkin's brother. Adding the bad guy who gets his diplomatic immunity revoked in Lethal Weapon 2 is better, but too little to keep me interested in this weird blend of action and melodrama.
Nowhere to Run has a simple but effective plot. Van Damme escapes from the police and helps a woman with 2 children to save her house from the bad men who works for a construction company. Rosanna Arquette plays the beautiful woman.
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