cordenw
Joined Sep 2013
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It looked promising at the outset.
Arnie looks just right for the part, macho aged killer/spy, perfect makeup and hair groomed just right for a 65 year old, virile hero.
(In real life Arnie is 75 years old but he pulls it off quite well)
Of course, being a 65 year old virile hero he has to have a stunning 50'ish wife, the absolutely gorgeous Fabiana Udenio.
What can go wrong?
Well, you give it to the Netflix diversity crew and the 12 year old Netflix scriptwriters, and allow them to take over the reins, that's what can go wrong!
And what we've got is a perfectly diversity balanced piece o' trash
The leaders of the cast come with a stereotyped lesbian, properly overweight and smart-assed as she should be. The brilliant black ops guy who looks like he just graduated from MIT but remains one of the "brothers".
The rest are a collage of caricatures which demand that even the wokest on the project should be squirming with embarrassment.
And that's before we even get to the plot, which is so over the top stupid in extoling the virtues of the CIA that you want to lobby for that concupiscent General Petraeus to be reinstated.
We're expected to believe that the father (Arnie himself) and his daughter are both working for the CIA and didn't know each other's occupation. (Mind you, with the stories in the media about the running of the CIA, it could not only be possible but more likely probable) They don't find out until they end up on a mission together and the mission is a contrived, poor man's James Bond escapade with no believability whatsoever.
I like Arnie, and for a few minutes there it looked as though it might be a good show but it quickly fell off the edge and drowned in its own spectral sea.
I wish I could run Netflix, I'd fire ninety percent of the staff and send them back to their jobs at the 7/11 or Amazon fulfillment centers. Nobody in the organization would be the worse off for it but we'd end up seeing better shows that's for sure.
Arnie looks just right for the part, macho aged killer/spy, perfect makeup and hair groomed just right for a 65 year old, virile hero.
(In real life Arnie is 75 years old but he pulls it off quite well)
Of course, being a 65 year old virile hero he has to have a stunning 50'ish wife, the absolutely gorgeous Fabiana Udenio.
What can go wrong?
Well, you give it to the Netflix diversity crew and the 12 year old Netflix scriptwriters, and allow them to take over the reins, that's what can go wrong!
And what we've got is a perfectly diversity balanced piece o' trash
The leaders of the cast come with a stereotyped lesbian, properly overweight and smart-assed as she should be. The brilliant black ops guy who looks like he just graduated from MIT but remains one of the "brothers".
The rest are a collage of caricatures which demand that even the wokest on the project should be squirming with embarrassment.
And that's before we even get to the plot, which is so over the top stupid in extoling the virtues of the CIA that you want to lobby for that concupiscent General Petraeus to be reinstated.
We're expected to believe that the father (Arnie himself) and his daughter are both working for the CIA and didn't know each other's occupation. (Mind you, with the stories in the media about the running of the CIA, it could not only be possible but more likely probable) They don't find out until they end up on a mission together and the mission is a contrived, poor man's James Bond escapade with no believability whatsoever.
I like Arnie, and for a few minutes there it looked as though it might be a good show but it quickly fell off the edge and drowned in its own spectral sea.
I wish I could run Netflix, I'd fire ninety percent of the staff and send them back to their jobs at the 7/11 or Amazon fulfillment centers. Nobody in the organization would be the worse off for it but we'd end up seeing better shows that's for sure.
Guy Ritchie's formulaic approach to movie making has given us some crackers in the past, but this one just doesn't have the spark.
It's a tale of international intrigue where some nutcase has developed an AI program that can hack any computer system in the entire world and wants to sell it to the bad guys. And the bad guys of course are Slavic brutes/idiots
Too many characters, over the top parodies and, worst of all, too much expectation of the audience to believe that the secret services could be so flawless.
The scripting is trite apart from one or two good lines, the storyline is all over the place as are the backdrops. The travel budget alone must have cost a fortune.
If you try hard and stretch your suspension of reality then I guess it's an enjoyable romp with Hugh Grant convincing as a lecherous international deal maker and Jason Statham with his UFC type abilities.
But even with that stretch the movie isn't a patch on some of his previous gems. The supporting cast is pretty anonymous with the exception of one.
He only has a small part and plays a movie producer type who is made to look and act like Harvey Weinstein . Boy is he on the money.
It's watchable but not memorable.
It's a tale of international intrigue where some nutcase has developed an AI program that can hack any computer system in the entire world and wants to sell it to the bad guys. And the bad guys of course are Slavic brutes/idiots
Too many characters, over the top parodies and, worst of all, too much expectation of the audience to believe that the secret services could be so flawless.
The scripting is trite apart from one or two good lines, the storyline is all over the place as are the backdrops. The travel budget alone must have cost a fortune.
If you try hard and stretch your suspension of reality then I guess it's an enjoyable romp with Hugh Grant convincing as a lecherous international deal maker and Jason Statham with his UFC type abilities.
But even with that stretch the movie isn't a patch on some of his previous gems. The supporting cast is pretty anonymous with the exception of one.
He only has a small part and plays a movie producer type who is made to look and act like Harvey Weinstein . Boy is he on the money.
It's watchable but not memorable.
Sorry but I couldn't get hooked on this movie and I could tell from the start that things wouldn't be improving as the story unfolded.
In fact I didn't have the fortitude to get through to the end as I got mired in the trite Irishness of the opening scenes.
I mean how many Irish movies have we seen with the wife at the kitchen sink peeling spuds .
There she is, apron and headscarf over a St Vincent de Paul frock, crying and moaning at her husband who's either in the pub, going to the pub or just returning from the pub.
All Irish husbands and Grandfathers have flat caps , work the fields or are fishermen..... and all, without exception, are flat broke, penniless.
But, because they are Irish, they are happy, they can sing and they can tell stories about leprechauns and Banshees while they knock back pint after pint of Guinness.
That's the substructure of every shamrock movie that I've ever seen and I guess the story that they layered on top of it was about some mysterious superstitious happening that affected a friendship.
Don't know... never could get past the opening to see what was what and I don't think I missed much in the passing.
Not my cup of four leaf clover I have to say.
In fact I didn't have the fortitude to get through to the end as I got mired in the trite Irishness of the opening scenes.
I mean how many Irish movies have we seen with the wife at the kitchen sink peeling spuds .
There she is, apron and headscarf over a St Vincent de Paul frock, crying and moaning at her husband who's either in the pub, going to the pub or just returning from the pub.
All Irish husbands and Grandfathers have flat caps , work the fields or are fishermen..... and all, without exception, are flat broke, penniless.
But, because they are Irish, they are happy, they can sing and they can tell stories about leprechauns and Banshees while they knock back pint after pint of Guinness.
That's the substructure of every shamrock movie that I've ever seen and I guess the story that they layered on top of it was about some mysterious superstitious happening that affected a friendship.
Don't know... never could get past the opening to see what was what and I don't think I missed much in the passing.
Not my cup of four leaf clover I have to say.