This movie is a 30 Rock sketch once again given flesh. It's such bullshit that it's best watched with the context being that this is a "fake movie" so that you can expect to laugh when you see Dave Franco pretending to be his friends or think "damn, Snoop Dopp's small bit was hilarious." Jamie Foxx plays the mandated-by-contract Jamie Foxx where he's on the edge of the law but he's driving recklessly for his family! Big 80's action energy…
A movie so obviously made for selling bad merch at Dave and Buster's with nothing going for it. It has the "looks like every other one of these so it might be on the shortlist for an Oscar" sheen that you've come to expect from the label and budget that churns 'em out anually. The very first scene serves as a warning. Expensive licensed song with movie title in both name and lyric, things fall on our plucky heroine but…
I really wasn’t expecting this.
Upon checking out some of the other reviews here, I knew I was going to end up with a little bit more than your average shitty action flick, which I love anyway, so I was excited to see just how different Day of Reckoning could possibly be. The answer is quite different. This is the closest thing to a Hotline Miami movie we’re bound to see for a while. The whole thing is an unsettling…
The problem with telling people you love to watch shitty movies is sometimes you get challenged to view their suggestions. "Wanna see a bad movie? The Dark Side of the Sun's a bad movie. Promise me you'll watch it sober." "Sure thing." God save me from another such victory.