1997 Directed by Simon West
When the government puts all its rotten criminal eggs in one airborne basket, it's asking for trouble. Before you can say, "Pass the barf bag," the crooks control the plane, led by creepy Cyrus "The Virus" Grissom. Watching his every move is the just-released Cameron Poe, who'd rather reunite with his family.
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Lot Skazańców, ConAir
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When it comes to Con Air, there are two kinds of people:-
1) People who think Con Air is fucking awesome.
2) People who I don't want to talk to.
"The last Mohican is burning, man!"
One of the quotes I think about the most is this one from Brian Eno:
"Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional…
In some ways, Con Air is a spiritual sequel to Forrest Gump. It’s Forrest, I mean Cameron Poe’s attempt to save Bubba, and get home to his Jenny, oops I mean, his Hummingbird.
Nic Cage has a glorious mullet. Hell, you spend almost a decade in prison, why not grow out your lovely locks? The combo of undershirt, tight blue jeans and manly mullet is about as macho as macho gets. Plus, Nic is never lazy. He dives into every single role he takes, and this is PRIME NIC CAGE. The years with The Rock, Face/Off and Con Air is the era in time when Nic was an action blockbuster super king.
Cyrus the fuckin’ Virus! John Malkovich sizzles and…
I hadn't seen this movie since it came out more than 15 years ago. I didn't much care for it then, but I have to confess I LOOOOOOOOOVED it today. What played as a ridiculously dumb action film then now hit me as a deliberately silly action comedy. There are some choices that were probably meant to play straight that have since aged into unintentional majesty (like the de rigueur Bruckheimer radio-friendly pop song that is hilariously dated AND so completely inappropriate for the material, LeAnn Rimes' "How Do I Live"), but for the most part this movie is deliciously self-aware.
The action is all rock solid, and the cast is impossibly great: John Cusack, Steve Buscemi, Danny Trejo, Ving…
"A font of misplaced rage. Name your cliché."
A glorious, monstrous cartoon. Wallows in just about any manner of awfulness you can name, and unlike even Bay, it's entirely self-aware. Completely unacceptable, really, so naturally I love it.
Things Con Air has:
- Nicolas Cage
- Steve Buscemi playing with dolls
- Nicolas Cage with long hair
- A badass female security guard
- Nicolas Cage with long hair in a tank top
- A helicopter flying a car into a guard tower
- Nicolas Cage with long hair in a tank top doing the best smile and wink to a camera in cinematic history
- John Malkovich holding a gun to a toy bunny
- And NO OSCARS!?!?!?
I'm pretty sure that it's scientifically proven that this is the greatest film ever made.
Fucking rules. Just kicks a lot of ass in a way that American movies just do not anymore. Ripping guitar solos? Check. Cop cars blowing up by the dozen? Check. Steve Buscemi playing a mass murderer? It's got it all folks. Nic Cage's choice of hairstyle even works and the Trisha Yearwood song is a better love ballad than Celine Dion's in Titanic from the same year. The absolute best way you can spend a hot Summer afternoon in 2022 is drinking a beer and watching Con Air in the coolest part of your home.
