Not quite Ridley Scott. Not quite James Cameron. Not quite alive. Still, the movie kills, thanks to it's slavish devotion to the 1989 manga, which has in the intervening years been stolen and abused by everyone, including the above auteurs. It's almost as if the original source has been placed into a beautiful, shiny, new body; the ghost of which now feels like an afterimage of what may or may not have been a memory. Nothing original anymore, but nostalgic none the less.
Michael Bay's entry into low-budget art film fare is a an assassination of the very culture of implants and abs Bay has deliciously glorified since his early music video days, and in some ways Pain & Gain is to Bay as Fight Club was to Fincher. The film feels high and distracted, with Bay diverting to whatever comic or sexual ephemera will please his audience in any given moment, the entire time taking delight in the absurdity of "A True Story".…