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If movies where mental patients, Crank: High Voltage would be dangerously psychotic with delusions of grandeur. Sadly, such a diagnosis comes nowhere near explaining the rip-roaring ridiculousness of Statham's return to the famed Chev Chelios character. Adults will be shocked by the language and violence, while women will be protesting the ample nudity and slight misogyny.Crank High Voltage treats audiences the same way, administering regular shocks — whether smutty, gory, or just plain weird — lest people's brains get bogged down in the messy plot. The result, an eye-popping strobe of flesh and blood, is as visually stunning as it is absurdly offensive, sure to thrill some while leaving others in a state of outrage-induced catatonia.

Don't waste your time watching this load of crap!

There's no jarring wooden dialog here, no overt exposition; Straczynski knows how to show rather than tell, and the powerful script does much to carry the film. As with most of Eastwood's films, it's artfully shot and directed and very pretty to look at. Eastwood wrote the music for the film as well.The part of the story content dealing with a child serial killer is difficult and shocking to be sure, but the film deals with it carefully and does not sensationalize, nor show gory details not necessary to the story (thank you Mr. Eastwood!). Angelina Jolie did a marvelous job portraying Christine Collins and the audience loved John Malkovich's performance as the Reverend. (You know their into it when they applaud during the show!) Being used to seeing Mr. Malkovich in 'bad guy' roles, I was surprised to see him as the good guy, but his performance was amazing, he truly pulled it off beautifully.

I really don't understand what all the hype is about. The Coen brothers' film skewers every aspect of American society: our shallow obsession with looks; our need to create impersonal bureaucracies; our inability to stay married and/or faithful to our partners; and our lack of understanding that the world around us contains anything but ourselves. Yet nothing is so mercilessly mocked as our current intelligence agencies. Mired in political struggles and incompetence, they are completely clueless as to how to deal with the real crisis that faces them in the form of Osbourne's ill-advised memoirs.I always ask myself is, would I buy this when it is released? My answer is no. Everything in this film intersects, but nothing connects. I know you'll all rain down on me but just ask yourself why you enjoyed it, was it really that entertaining? Please don't mention anything to do with Brad Pitt in reply. Filmmakers Joel and Ethan Coen show that "stupid is as stupid does", in their greatest dark comedy since "Raising Arizona."