Yes, I did. I spent $7 for Crank 2. I had high hopes...well...high enough. I enjoyed the first Crank, a romp through LA. The sequel Crank: High Voltage is...well... abysmal. Statham runs around LA juicing, shooting, and banging all in the quest to find his heart. I wanted to give my heart to Statham's character so I could, gratefully, die. Thirty minutes into the movie, and I had the hunger for eternal darkness. It would have been better then what I was watching, Crank: Exploitative Garbage.
The movie moves at a feverish pace...out of necessity. Smash cuts were slight of hand tricks. I pictured a magician barking, "where there was once a story, we now have none!" Cutting to a new scene doesn't make the last one any better. With twenty minutes to go, I crept to the back row of the theater and passed the time texting and emailing. That was more entertaining.
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have you time for another of my opinions? oh good.
the movie poster actually says "he was dead, then he got better." wow, that must have taken a really long time to come up with. i mean, it's so profound. i wonder if the tool that coined it now hates himself.
Actually, "he was dead, then he got better," made me laugh. I don't know what that says about me. The tool who coined it is probably in a cushy marketing job, sipping plum wine and watching Maury. Yah, that's the life.
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