I'm trying to create a full list of the subgenres. Cyberpunk can best be defined as high tech meets low…
Log On. Hack In. Go Anywhere. Get Everything.
Rogue agent Gabriel Shear is determined to get his mitts on $9 billion stashed in a secret Drug Enforcement Administration account. He wants the cash to fight terrorism, but lacks the computer skills necessary to hack into the government mainframe. Enter Stanley Jobson, a n'er-do-well encryption expert who can log into anything.
An effective and sleek action thriller, Dominic Sena's "Swordfish" profits from a rock-solid cast and a sturdy-enough story. Combining tech, backroom global-political machinations, and high-dollar thuggery, the film is swift, entertaining, and compelling. Its narrative may not stand up to intense scrutiny, but the enterprise supplies ample fun.
Following a reformed hacker who gets caught up in a nefarious plot when trying rekindle his relationship with his forcibly estranged daughter, "Swordfish" revolves around that plot and those who would gain from it. Cyber-threats, high-tech thievery, and physical seductions drive the story which is elevated by an interesting collection characters.
Sena's film takes place in a sun-bedecked world of clubs, banks, and hillside mansions. The canvas is stylishly colorful, its characters…
Battlefield Earth Travolta hair.
Even Halle's Berries can't save this one.
John Travolta does bad guys better than most. His turn here as a villain with yet another ludicrous haircut and silly beard (Battlefield Earth anyone?), is interesting enough but this one is remembered for one truly beautiful moment. The moment that Halle Berry unleashed unto the world her prize assets. They were lovely, but to be honest she looked just as good in her undies with a pistol in her hand.
Swordfish however is an enjoyable romp with an eclectic cast pulled together into a plot that makes about as much sense as the stupid title. Hugh Jackman's computer hacker isn't as buffed-up as in his Wolverine days, but he does have an interesting scene where he gets a blowjob…
In 2016, Swordfish is almost unwatchable. Travolta spouts, Jackman hacks, Berry belittles herself. TVR's, Matrix music, Vinny Jones, shit action, horrible dialogue and a gaudy colour palet. Both pompous and ridiculous, like a joke but not funny, or clever. And don't get me started on the costumes, haircuts and font choice.
Getting to the credits is an exercise in perseverance, I rarely turn off a flick, but I came close, especially after the best b(t)it's had clearly come and gone.
Swordfish: home to one of John Travoltas worst haircuts ever.
A time capsule. Hugh Jackman's tiny silly earring; Halle Berry who lest we forget evoked that quote variously attributed to Winston Churchill and George Bernard Shaw by pricing flashing her nips at half a mill; John Travolta frittering away any remaining post-Pulp Fiction credibility with a soul patch and extra ham; the internet being confused with the Matrix; lots of slow-mo explosions, a cascade of improbable set pieces, Don Cheadle looking like he's just realised this is a stupid way of making a living, Paul Oakenfold's soundtrack... Our generation's Plan 9.
Legitimately stupid, over the top, and borderline incoherent. I had a blast watching it.
If we make John Travolta grow out his hair again, we'll have a great movie.
"I'm not here to suck your dick, Stan."
A decent hacker/thriller with some bizarre action scenes chucked in. Travolta steals the show with his performance consisting entirely of speeches, and I suppose Halle and her breasts do fine, also.
"You know what the problem with Hollywood is? They make shit. Unbelievable, unremarkable shit. Now I'm not some grungy wannabe filmmaker that's searching for existentialism through a haze of bong smoke or something. No, it's easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, and a purely moronic stringing together of words that many of the studios term as "prose". No, I'm talking about the lack of realism. Realism; not a pervasive element in today's modern American cinematic vision."
John Travolta then proceeds to pull the handbrake in a speeding sports car, stands up in his seat while the car is still in motion and shoots pursuing thugs with expert precision.
Yep, there's just nothing like realism.
Gets a bit ridiculous by the end, but John Travolta is scene stealing as the cyber terrorist
Travolta's brand of annunciation acting, coming off his masterpiece- Battlefield Earth.
Another movie I put on the fall asleep too and end up watching the whole damn thing. Some great scenes, inventive ideas and shots, Halle Beery topless. But in the end just not quite all there... Hugh Jackman and that earring loss a star on its own.
I am going to attempt to do something I haven't since I owned about 40 DVD's; catalogue everything that we…
Every film that has ever been nominated for a Razzie Award in any category.