Welcome fellow subscribers to our next monthly installment of "Brucey's Monthly Crappy Movies".
From our last month's installment of "Survive the Game", nothing has really changed in Fortress.
In summary, Brucey's performances keep getting worse movie after movie. Again we have his smirking monotonic lines, only louder in this one. This guy is moving backwards in time with any acting skills or ability. Stay home Brucey, please retire. He was the worst I've seen in a long time in this one. For no reason, he's angry and talking loud. None of the other actor's performances were standout, and comparing even the many no-name actors, they were more convincing than Brucey.
The stories premise was interesting by newb writer (only 2nd writing credit) Alan Horsnail, (who also wrote "Midnight in the Switchgrass", of which I actually really enjoyed), but the screenplay was riddled with holes and some of the dialogue was cringeworthy. Some of the garbage that came out of Brucey's mouth will have you say "huh?" or my heading. Any attempts at humor were also cringe.
But were I once again was surprised, is that this horribly directed mess was from a seasoned director, James Cullen Bressack, who seems to direct most of Brucey's flops. Again in this mess, he gives us choppy blurred action sequences and horrible camera work. Did he even direct his cast? A 5th grader could've directed better. There is absolutely no excuse from anyone that has 43 directorial credits giving us this garbage over and over again. It's seems Bressack learns nothing from all his previous flops. Maybe take a break and go to film school? Funny as well, I saw Emile Hirsch and Randall Emmett's names in the closing credits as writers, but nowhere to be seen on this site. I'm guessing they deleted their names out of embarrassment.
The cinematography was decent, and the score was typical B-grade cheese. The pacing was very slow, that even at 99 mins, it felt much longer. There was just too much filler and very little substance. It's a very generous 3/10, mainly all going to Kelly Greyson, who's smokeshow bod woke me up every time she appeared on screen when I was dozing off from boredom.
